“To the old rugged cross I will ever be true; / Its shame and reproach gladly bear; / Then He’ll call me some day to my home far away, / Where His glory forever I’ll share.” Yes, but wouldn’t it be helpful if more wayside crosses, like this one, somewhere near Le Malzieu, indicated the specific path to one’s home far away?
- Roadside memorials
I think this is a shame. Even if you take away the memorials, the bits of plastic and glass and
- El revólvel rutilizado apareció en el asiento trasero de su coche particular
I obviously don’t know that much about you, but I can imagine someone saying this in all seriousness. OK, only 283
Michael Quinion says it’s a weird word, so I guess I read weird books. Some early models had the benches raked
- For drone-hunters, a walk westward from Gatwick airport to Ockley station
Dedicated to those at Gatwick considering tracking down and killing the source of their stasis. Features two good drinking establishments, the
- EU to end export to other member states of British knitting patterns
Unless you pay a cut to Amazon.