You do know that ticks bide their time before making their presence known, don't you? I remember when I was a kid being unaware of them leeching my blood, as I think they inject an anaesthetic into you when they chomp into you.
Here is a site that I return to a lot, besides having pictures of my school mates and family on there is a great record of my old village's history.
This is a picture from the mid sixties of the street my dad was born on in 1912, from the collection on the site.
Denaby Main Colliery and Mexborough Power station dominated the area. http://keithsphotos.webs.com/apps/photos/
Lancaster priory- these flags were carried into various ancient wars by the Kings Regiment- no further detail or history as the toddler ran off into the quiet chapel singing a cbeebies song whilst I was taking a few pics and I could not finish reading info...
Morecambe is a wonderful place with a camera (or camera phone if you are scared of the locals) Hope you enjoyed your posh tea- gutted to have missed it. I was in deepest darkest Scotland seeing family after far too long...
Level Crossing, pub & stone house near Clayton Vale. Newton Heath was semi ruralish years ago.
Don't do it. And if you owe some triads tens of thousands of pounds in gambling debts don't try to pay them off with a suitcase full of Autumn leaves either. They're unlikely to see the funny side.
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