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Last post for today. I have just finished processing the last of the rosehips I picked this morning. They will be dried tomorrow. I thought I would just go out and get a breath of fresh air and peek at the moon. It is full moon tonight, but when I went out of the house to see her - not a sign. I even walked up the street and round the corner, as sometimes it is difficult to see her from the house - but not a sausage. I thought I might get a glimpse of her in all her glory so whether there is too much cloud about I am not sure. There is something spendid, magical and secretive about the moon. I have a picture of a lady and children in a moon boat on my bedroom wall. It is an old print from I guess about the 1950's that I picked up from a charity shop in a tatty condition but I have reframed it and it has been restored to its former glory just with a little love care and attention. And that is what I think the moon ...