Icon Posting Day 16

I usually use this icon when I'm having a bad day, as the caption says, because - and isn't this awful - it's at least cheering to see how absolutely beautiful Doyle is when he's suffering...

The icon is by Snarkyllama (who is llamabitchyo now), and it's one of my favourites.

I mean, what is this awful thing in us that likes to see the lads suffer? Because we do... and I know its because actually we like to see them looked after afterwards, and they can't get to being looked after without suffering first - the whole hurt/comfort thing - but... But Doyle does look beautiful when he's suffering, doesn't he... *is awful person but I know I'm not alone in that...*

Which makes me try to think of my favourite hurt/comfort fic to... I've been reading Pros again recently, and almost frozen about what to read next because there's so much I want to read. I keep saying I'll do a post, and I must, cos it's been my current "books". *g* But... hurt/comfort... I've just read Sebastian's Flu, which I adore - both of them sick together, very much hurting and comforting, and so bittersweet... And in a similar but very differet vein (I won't say why for spoilering, in case anyone's not read it yet - but I recommend it!) I adore HG's Knife Edge, and Pamela Rose's Fevers - although now I've veered from hurt/comfort to sickness/comfort, haven't I... *g*

So go on - do you have a favourite Pros hurt/comfort story to rec? *vbg*

A Dorset day

Want to come for a wee adventure? *g*

First stop - a quick hello to the Cerne Abbas Giant, all shiny and clean again this year.


A wander by the stream to the village...

... and then off to the next wee adventure... *g*

A Dorset day still

Through the woods...

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To a wee cottage sitting in the sunshine...


... which is where Thomas Hardy once lived and wrote beautiful books...

A Dorset day more...

... through wind-y lanes and gorgeous Dorset countryside...


... to the beach...

A Dorset day ends

Finally, I found myself at the seaside, walking down the prom, queuing for fish and chips... And being swoop_attacked by seagulls three times! I swear this big white one marked me out, cos as soon as I sat down on the wall, it started calling to tell the others I was there. Sure enough, some young gulls arrived and started inching closer... I shot them all warning looks, and as I was eyeing the younguns, in the corner of my eye I saw grown up seagull launch into the air, and next thing I knew she'd swooped and almost carried off the bit of fish I was about to eat from my fingers!

I could see her gearing up for another go, so I figured standing near more people would be the better part of valour... *g* Plus she'd got that bit of fish sandy, so I had to throw it away. Over I go to the bin and all, and as I'm walking away from it, surrounded by other people now I'm swooped by one of the younguns! I brush my hair back down where the wing had missed it, turn to reply to someone who'd commented - and another youngun comes at me cis it's presumably their turn!

No one else was swooped, though there were other people eating fish and chips too - only me! Ivd been marked out by that adult gull as a training exercise! Presumably because I was the only person on my own... eep! Something else to add to the perils of a single life...

So I stood with my back to a tall wall to eat instead, where they'd knock themselves out if they tried it again, and managed to finish in safety, if not peace! And then I had an ice cream. *g*







And the sun slowly set over Dorset, and Little Car and I headed home to Somerset... *g*

Hope you didn't get fed up with the pics - it's been ages since I posted about wanderings...!