Robin Saikia
@robinsaikia.bsky.social
Author of 'Drink & Think Venice'; 'The Venice Lido'; 'Blue Guide Literary Companion London'; 'A Very Fine Cat Indeed'. https://robinsaikia.wordpress.com/
Hello, dear Rosemary! Super to see you! You memorably described the great Bute as "impulsive, quick-witted, anxious, mercurial and chronically, almost morbidly indecisive" - one might get away with saying the same of Rolfe 😀
December 18, 2025 at 4:41 PM
Hello, dear Rosemary! Super to see you! You memorably described the great Bute as "impulsive, quick-witted, anxious, mercurial and chronically, almost morbidly indecisive" - one might get away with saying the same of Rolfe 😀
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An away day near Monti Compatri in the Roman hills.
August 14, 2024 at 6:57 PM
An away day near Monti Compatri in the Roman hills.
Indeed! Nice to see you Rosemary! Hope all's well.
July 3, 2024 at 11:01 AM
Indeed! Nice to see you Rosemary! Hope all's well.
Incredible range of regional variations...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yan_tan...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yan_tan...
Yan tan tethera - Wikipedia
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December 10, 2023 at 8:18 PM
Incredible range of regional variations...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yan_tan...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yan_tan...
"Methought, the very breath I breathed
Was full of sparks divine,
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine!
"And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To their strange minstrelsy,
The little glittering spirits sung,
Or seemed to sing, to me."
Was full of sparks divine,
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine!
"And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To their strange minstrelsy,
The little glittering spirits sung,
Or seemed to sing, to me."
December 10, 2023 at 8:15 PM
"Methought, the very breath I breathed
Was full of sparks divine,
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine!
"And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To their strange minstrelsy,
The little glittering spirits sung,
Or seemed to sing, to me."
Was full of sparks divine,
And all my heather-couch was wreathed
By that celestial shine!
"And, while the wide earth echoing rung
To their strange minstrelsy,
The little glittering spirits sung,
Or seemed to sing, to me."
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
And them behold no more shall I.
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
December 10, 2023 at 8:12 PM
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
And them behold no more shall I.
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
