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A poem
There's an eerie woosh
and a wood pigeon plumps
down into a kowhai.
It sits there pleased
and with red rimmed eyes,
judges our intentions.
It's small head a cork
perched on a jug.
excerpt from a poem by Kay McKenzie Cooke.
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The pub on the corner
Now known as Crofters Arms has had several incarnations since the days it was known locally as The Flying Jug.
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Feeling blessed.
Picked fresh from friends gardens and given to us. We'd already cooked and eaten some when I thought to take a photo.

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