hollydolly
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Random Pictures taken using your Phone..Let's see yours
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OldFeller
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The Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame in Cleveland OH
My son went there today with his wife and kids.
Lennon and McCartney composed "| Want to Hold Your Hand," "And | Love Her," "We Can Work It Out" on that piano!
My son went there today with his wife and kids.
Lennon and McCartney composed "| Want to Hold Your Hand," "And | Love Her," "We Can Work It Out" on that piano!
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Naturally
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@hollydolly ... I collect pocket knives. I'm also a forum member of a large community of traditional pocket knife collectors from around the world. Well, I posted this little tale and photos there, overnight. I had to do some research on a few British things and whatnot. Even used a British dictionary on my computer to check for correct spelling. How did I do HD? Does it even sound plausible? ... or would you say, A) Blimey, you could pass for a local! B) Alright, mate, no need to go full Mary Poppins. C) You don’t need to put it on for us, we’ll understand you either way. D) You cheeky sod. Not bad though! 7) None of the above, where's my free stuff ?? Thanks 
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The Lamb Foot pocket knife, produced in the heart of Sheffield, England, is a cherished companion for those who appreciate craftsmanship. The knife, its handle with gentle lines designed to fit comfortably in the palm of the hand, speaks to an era when knives weren’t just everyday tools, but they were symbols of quality and precision. The Lamb Foot pocket knife is more than an object. It’s a piece of history, a piece of England itself, steeped in tradition, yet perfectly at home in the modern world, and proudly made with the finest materials in a city synonymous with the cutler’s industry and trade.
… Right then, gather ’round, mates. Here’s the tale of a proper gentleman’s companion, from the renowned craftsmen of Sheffield, England: the G. Wines Lamb Foot pocket knife. Not one of those flashy, tactical monstrosities covered in bottle openers and egos. No, this beauty is a paragon of understated British engineering. An O1 tool steel blade, sharp as a taxman's quill, and a Rosewood handle polished so fine you’d think it was made from the King’s banister rail. A knife that doesn’t shout, it politely clears its throat ...
Nigel, a retired postman from Derbyshire with a fondness for flat caps, mild ale, and the kind of sturdy utility only a proper British pocket knife can offer, was over the moon when his new G. Wines Lamb Foot knife arrived in the post. His mind already fixed ahead on years of outdoor adventures and countless small tasks when fell-walking and rambling the Yorkshire Dales. Handcrafted in Sheffield, the ancestral home of things that cut and glint, the blade was tough enough to chip a rock and sharp enough to slice a rogue parsnip into submission. The handle fit snug in Nigel’s palm, as though it‘d been waiting since the Blitz to meet him.
Nigel christened the knife “Barbara,” after his first love, and also because, like Barbara, it had a no-nonsense attitude and a wicked edge when crossed. Well, that and because the Lamb Foot had curves and temper. Barbara had her first outing on a muddy allotment, where Nigel used her to harvest leeks with surgical grace and dispatch stubborn bits of loose ends about his trousers. “Sheffield’s finest, lads,” he’d say to anyone within earshot, often when no one was within earshot, slicing air with a flourish as if challenging rogue turnips to a duel.
One day, Barbara found herself atop a deflated football in the garden. A fitting throne for a queen of tools, while Nigel enjoyed a nice cup of PG Tips and considered retiling the shed roof (which he wouldn't do, but enjoyed considering). As the sun glinted off the Lamb Foot blade’s straight back and snub tip, Nigel chuckled to himself. “Most blokes get a sports car in retirement,” he mused, “I got a knife that could shave a hedgehog and still butter your scone.” And somewhere in Sheffield, a craftsman sneezed ... the traditional sign that his work was being properly appreciated.
Nigel found that Barbara glided through all endeavours and tasks with the elegance of a cricket bat through Yorkshire pudding. Since then, she's done everything from whittling dibbers to opening stubborn biscuit tins. And the best part? She folds away with a satisfying snap, like the end of a BBC murder mystery.
Last week, Nigel left her resting atop his favourite flat cap on a garden bench ... came back to find Barbara looking more majestic than a corgi on a cushion. The neighbours think Nigel a bit barmy for naming her “Barbara,” but frankly, if you’ve ever owned a G. Wines Lamb Foot, you’d understand. More than a knife, it’s a legacy in your pocket ... and just as British as arguing about the weather while drinking lukewarm tea … or a pint of mild ale with your mates.
So if you ever spot an old gent in wool socks and sandals, lecturing a cabbage while brandishing a gleaming Lamb Foot, don’t be alarmed. That’s just Nigel, and that’s just Barbara, keeping Britain trimmed, tidy, and ever so slightly eccentric, while restoring order to the garden one stubborn bramble at a time, and proving once again that in Britain, even pocket knives have character and a touch of quiet menace.
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The Lamb Foot pocket knife, produced in the heart of Sheffield, England, is a cherished companion for those who appreciate craftsmanship. The knife, its handle with gentle lines designed to fit comfortably in the palm of the hand, speaks to an era when knives weren’t just everyday tools, but they were symbols of quality and precision. The Lamb Foot pocket knife is more than an object. It’s a piece of history, a piece of England itself, steeped in tradition, yet perfectly at home in the modern world, and proudly made with the finest materials in a city synonymous with the cutler’s industry and trade.
… Right then, gather ’round, mates. Here’s the tale of a proper gentleman’s companion, from the renowned craftsmen of Sheffield, England: the G. Wines Lamb Foot pocket knife. Not one of those flashy, tactical monstrosities covered in bottle openers and egos. No, this beauty is a paragon of understated British engineering. An O1 tool steel blade, sharp as a taxman's quill, and a Rosewood handle polished so fine you’d think it was made from the King’s banister rail. A knife that doesn’t shout, it politely clears its throat ...
Nigel, a retired postman from Derbyshire with a fondness for flat caps, mild ale, and the kind of sturdy utility only a proper British pocket knife can offer, was over the moon when his new G. Wines Lamb Foot knife arrived in the post. His mind already fixed ahead on years of outdoor adventures and countless small tasks when fell-walking and rambling the Yorkshire Dales. Handcrafted in Sheffield, the ancestral home of things that cut and glint, the blade was tough enough to chip a rock and sharp enough to slice a rogue parsnip into submission. The handle fit snug in Nigel’s palm, as though it‘d been waiting since the Blitz to meet him.
Nigel christened the knife “Barbara,” after his first love, and also because, like Barbara, it had a no-nonsense attitude and a wicked edge when crossed. Well, that and because the Lamb Foot had curves and temper. Barbara had her first outing on a muddy allotment, where Nigel used her to harvest leeks with surgical grace and dispatch stubborn bits of loose ends about his trousers. “Sheffield’s finest, lads,” he’d say to anyone within earshot, often when no one was within earshot, slicing air with a flourish as if challenging rogue turnips to a duel.
One day, Barbara found herself atop a deflated football in the garden. A fitting throne for a queen of tools, while Nigel enjoyed a nice cup of PG Tips and considered retiling the shed roof (which he wouldn't do, but enjoyed considering). As the sun glinted off the Lamb Foot blade’s straight back and snub tip, Nigel chuckled to himself. “Most blokes get a sports car in retirement,” he mused, “I got a knife that could shave a hedgehog and still butter your scone.” And somewhere in Sheffield, a craftsman sneezed ... the traditional sign that his work was being properly appreciated.
Nigel found that Barbara glided through all endeavours and tasks with the elegance of a cricket bat through Yorkshire pudding. Since then, she's done everything from whittling dibbers to opening stubborn biscuit tins. And the best part? She folds away with a satisfying snap, like the end of a BBC murder mystery.
Last week, Nigel left her resting atop his favourite flat cap on a garden bench ... came back to find Barbara looking more majestic than a corgi on a cushion. The neighbours think Nigel a bit barmy for naming her “Barbara,” but frankly, if you’ve ever owned a G. Wines Lamb Foot, you’d understand. More than a knife, it’s a legacy in your pocket ... and just as British as arguing about the weather while drinking lukewarm tea … or a pint of mild ale with your mates.
So if you ever spot an old gent in wool socks and sandals, lecturing a cabbage while brandishing a gleaming Lamb Foot, don’t be alarmed. That’s just Nigel, and that’s just Barbara, keeping Britain trimmed, tidy, and ever so slightly eccentric, while restoring order to the garden one stubborn bramble at a time, and proving once again that in Britain, even pocket knives have character and a touch of quiet menace.
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hollydolly
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Oh get you, what can I say...lol... superb piece of writing.... could have nearly had me fooled 100 % if not for a tiny couple of things that only Brits would spot... but otherwise it's a fabulous piece of writing....really enjoyed that...
If you want to keep it as it is it's fine..it'll pass well to the world outside of the UK... if you want to change the tiny things, just say and I'll PM you with them...
If you want to keep it as it is it's fine..it'll pass well to the world outside of the UK... if you want to change the tiny things, just say and I'll PM you with them...
Happyflowerlady
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My pink rose, glowing in the morning sunlight…..
hollydolly
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lovely..they looks like mine that I have growing out the front ....I don't know what their name is, because the ex planted them
Naturally
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Haha, thank you so much, made me smile!
I’ll take “nearly had me fooled 100%” as a win! Always keen to learn and tighten things up but it is what it is and as stands, already posted over there. Really glad you enjoyed it! Thanks HD
hollydolly
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Bloke with a camera
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- Lancashire
Lady's Mantle. Taken yesterday after rain in one of the gardens where my Mum is. iPhone 16.
hollydolly
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No such assumption... this thread is meant for those have and who take pictures with their phone....and for 10 years now this thread has been very succesful... there are other threads for pictures taken with a camera
Wombat
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- Wollongong, NSW
The big poo (sorry Big Potato) has been repainted to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the film Babe
