Thomas Gainsborough River Landscape

Thomas Gainsborough River LandscapeThomas Gainsborough Mary Countess of HoweThomas Gainsborough John Plampin
Tis his delight every night,” said Jason.
“Hey,” said Baker the weaver, “we’re getting really good at this rude mechanism, ain’t we?”
“Let’s go right,” said Jason.
“Nah, it’s all briars and thorns that way.”
“All right, then, left then.”
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Terry “Ah, come on,” said Weaver. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Goes up to the Dancers, that path does,” said Jason. “Me mam said no one was to go up to the Dancers ‘cos of them young women dancing round ‘em in the nudd.”
“Yeah, but they’ve been stopped from that,” said Thatcher. “Old Granny Weatherwax put her foot down hard and made ‘em put their drawers on.”
“And they ain’t to go there anymore, neither,” said Carter. “So it’ll be nice and quiet for the rehearsing.”
“Me mam said no one was to go there,” said JasonPratchett“It’s all winding,” said Weaver.“What about the middle road?” said Carter.Jason peered ahead.There was a middle track, hardly more than an animalpath, which wound away under shady trees. Ferns grewthickly alongside it. There was a general green, rich, darkfeel to it, suggested by the word “bosky”*His blacksmith’s senses stood up and screamed.“Not that way,” he said.