That is a HUGE bowl. Or you've used an ultrawide macro. Either way, I want one!!1!!
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The pipe, tobacco and book are right up my alley! Triple play!
Some beautiful architecture over there in Scotland. Wonderful old church. We don't have that kind of history in Prince George BC, mostly pedestrian functional, and a few historic albeit small, landmarks. Current buildings are Soviet gulag style Vladivostok apartments, and square box mall stuff. I'd move to Scotland if I had to go to Europe, but might have trouble with a few of your neighbours!!
Sir John’s Flake Virginia in an Altinok
One of us is "lunting" with a bowl of Plumb Pudding, the other is having a blast chasing chipmunks. I'll leave it to you as to which is which.
Kramer’s Father Dempsey in a Rainer Barbi BB bent egg.
Starting off my smoking day with a bowl of pre-2014 Edward G. Robinson's Pipe Blend in a 2014 Basil Meadows smooth slight bend squashed tomato with an aluminum band and a black pearl acrylic stem in the military mount style. Just fed Sleepy Suzy and Tomato the Brave. The others already ate except for the absent Abner the Eager. Ice water and bergs is my drink. Looks like rain is coming.
Amphora Burley Blend in a Peterson Irish Harp #53 Sandblasted Lovat with a mug of black coffee.
Savinelli Brunello Flake in this Rad Davis with spalted tamarind.
C&D Opening Night in a Moretti billiard.
Smokes from yesterday morningi and evening. Top pipe is my Ropp J16 smoked with its dedicated Mad Fiddler in the am, and bottom is my heritage Ropp 350, which just loves Pirate Kake, which is fine by me because by that time it was the only tobacco I wanted cause I was due for a wimpy lat copout after some heavy final break-ins with various stubborn implements. It'll be interesting to see what today brings as I slept in. Going to research some pipe stem repairs in old threads in the forum - 350 needs a small repair. Smoked Backwoods in the rum dedicated Falcon meer bowl again, this morning. So that's all for now. More snow work coming up.
C&D Nutty Irishman in a new to me Peterson's System Premier 312 from the 1947-1949 era.
Quick break, Chenet’s in a Manduela tiny pot
Some beautiful architecture over there in Scotland. Wonderful old church. We don't have that kind of history in Prince George BC, mostly pedestrian functional, and a few historic albeit small, landmarks. Current buildings are Soviet gulag style Vladivostok apartments, and square box mall stuff. I'd move to Scotland if I had to go to Europe, but might have trouble with a few of your neighbours!!
This is in England (just). 10 miles from the Welsh border (I am a fan of many things Scottish, mind, which may have caused the misapprehension. Anyhow, geographical distances on this little island of ours I know are piddling compared with Canadian ones). The church, believe it or not, was built in 1873, was designed by Sir George Gilbert Scott, and occupies part of a much older burial ground.
The remains of a far older church, that of the Priory of Our Lady of Mount Carmel (Carmelite Friars), dating from 1349, lie beneath the turf slightly to the south and west of the present church. The graveyard - 3 acres of it - has about 5,000 burials we know about and is, of course, reputed to be haunted. There hasn't been a burial there for over 100 years (it's full, so there's a new cemetery just outside the town) but Ludlow's Parochial Church Council is still responsible for its upkeep and delegates that responsibility to The Friends of Saint Leonard's Churchyard, which I run.
One of my more interesting duties there is the occasional reburial of human remains dug up by the local badgers - dog walkers tend to find bones, freak out, and call the police, probably imagining some horrible act of desecration has been carried out in the hours of darkness. It's my job to liaise with the local clergy - they turn up with vestments and prayer book, I turn up with a spade - and we re-inter them with the proper rites, away from the badger-setts. Last year I found what I thought was a section of skull - it was lying around on some recent badger-excavation spoil, along with a thighbone, part of a pelvis and a rib or two - but it turned out to be part of an old jug I was able to date to the early 14thC and is now on my mantelpiece. I love the sense of continuity of this place.