Web - I saw this prompt weeks ago and it stymied me, but while I was away I mulled it over and over. As a result I became fixated on a single line of poetry - Oh! What tangled webs we weave when first we practice to deceive.
So I went looking for a copy of the poem, Marmion by Sir Walter Scott. I couldn't find one in the book shops, or in my local library, but eventually I found a copy of The Poetical Works which contains the poem. And a biography of Scott that had a picture of him on the front. Of course, that was the day the battery in my camera died, so I had to take the pictures with my ipod.
Because they are such poor quality, I am posting them small.
Dry - Dry was easier. This is a dry, mediaeval drainage ditch at Melrose Abbey.
Two down, three to go.
I need to go out now, so I'll try and finish catching up tomorrow