(Photo, by Tom Charney, of an inchworm on my hat, on the windowsill in our room in the Coachmen's Quarters at Muncaster Castle. Every time I look at this pic, I get the Danny Kaye song stuck in my head.)
With heavy hearts and even heavier trunks, we left Muncaster Castle and the soul-ignitingly beautiful Lake District behind today. We're wasting a little time in Manchester until next week; Tom's having a well-earned nap, and I should be re-packing my mountains of gear, but I couldn't wait to share a few pictures. These were all taken by my brilliant husband Tom Charney; he performed (dazzlingly) with me almost all day every day as silly Italian Fasso Latido, so he didn't get that many shots, but hopefully some of my new Phoole Photog friends will be sending along more images I can share too.
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Jane the Phoole and Tom the Italian made our day at Muncaster Castle last week. We were all captured in the court yard for 2 hours due to a mad man on the run.Jane's banter was hilarious, especially the 'mad monkey'. My mam has landed in Bali and is on a mission to learn how they say 'mad monkey', so I will let you know. Tom my nephew loved the 'bottom humour' and my sister (runner on Elizabeth) enjoyed remembering working on the film.
What a great day
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