Disappearing blip

This vanished from the site unbeknownst to me yesterday.

I love slightly archaic words in text. Unbeknownst. Says it all in an extended word form which I find Germanic. Never got on with the German language yet learned Latin, French, Spanish and Italian, they all flow from the one source whereas German left me completely cold. Mrs Booty likes to tell people she was courted in all the romance languages.

The stone is from a small quarry near Delabole (pron. Della Bowl) North Cornwall. We are having the upper paddock next to the potting shed and glasshouse completely denuded of grass and replaced with this really rustic paving. The grass is always a swamp as it's growing on a bed of clay.

Mrs Booty's second batch of new roses arrived today, she is very excited at the prospect of a complete rebuild of her garden. I'm just happy that after a long long recovery period she is now happy.

Now to try today's image, more stone I'm afraid. My chesticles are zonked out.