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Everything must have a beginning. I know you are scared, but hold your head up high. Life and love are about to get very interesting for you. Clues to which come via a text or phone call. Call me to find out which friend is not who they seem. You now enter a really busy period of your life. Just make sure you are not swapping quality for quantity. Less really is more, especially if you are to finally get those finances back in shape. Call me to work out what those mixed signals really mean.

Rosette Plants Prove a Hardy Weed ; Nature Watch with Trevor Beer

THE daisies in our lawn stared starry-eyed at me as I sat with a muggatee and a sandwich. A formidable weed say some but I get along well enough with the plant which would undoubtedly have been much scarcer before we humans began cultivating the land. The daisy, like its close relative the dandelion, is a rosette plant, the leaves radiating from the base of the stem in a star shaped pattern. Strictly, the rosette is distinguished from other leaf arrangements by the absence of a stem between t...

Charming Drama Is a Refreshing Change ; Last Night's Television Su Carroll Sees Framed On Bbc One

WHAT a delightful and delicious bank holiday Monday entertainment. Simple, beautifully made and heartwarming, Framed made a nice change from the usual crash bang wallop action movies that are trotted out. There were faultless performances from everyone in the cast, starting with Samuel Davies who played 10-year-old Dylan Hughes.

Lying and Laying

Different Bridge

THE "Passionate about our Landscape" photograph on Page 16, July 21, should have been captioned "The River Tavy flows under Abbey Bridge at Tavistock", not "The River Walkham under Bedford Bridge". The basic elements of each bridge are the same; indeed they are only about three miles apart.

'Ansome Memories of Past Augusts

IN August, when we were children, a group of us would go blackberry picking. Well, the girls would pick the blackberries and the boys would just make a mess. When our basket was full, with purple hands we would make for home. One of our mothers would make a blackberry and apple pie, and the following day we would make for the fields, or one of our dens, armed with a basket containing dishes, spoons, bread and butter - and of course, our blackberry and apple pies.

Who Won - the Rooks or the Gamekeeper?

THE expression "bird brain" came up recently and set me thinking. Two instances from my time in Scotland came to mind. My father was a gamekeeper on the Glensha House estate. This particular spring a field opposite the home farm was sown with oats. The rooks in the shelterbelt by the farm got busy and the laird thought they were eating the seed and my father got instructions to take retribution.

Let Seagulls Have Their Rightful Share

SOME time ago you wrote an article in praise of the seagulls - so maligned. I thought you might like to read my tribute. Ode to a Seagull A seagull's knees are back to front Just watch them when they walk Their knees look more elbows when For food about they stalk.

My Close Encounter with a Doodlebug

CHATTING recently to a young pal, the subject of war came up and I suddenly realised the thing about getting old is that all the memories stashed away in those well-used brain cells are far from dead and gone. His remarks querying how it must have been to witness bombs showering down over Britain, saying he found it hard to visualise, set my brain cells sparking - because I remembered it only too well. All those German bombers overhead, with a full load ready to drop over London and the Home ...

Not so Idiotic

ONCE again Martin Hesp (column, August 14) has hit the nail on the head. City folk insist they are the best judge of people and the way of life in the Westcountry.

Musings During a Visit to the Library

"I THINK that's probably why they are called slippers," said James (aged nine) as a I recounted my slip down the stairs to him and Harry (aged six). I agreed, feeling that "slip" was obviously the operative part of their description.