Morning names from the 9th: a pair you can get stuck in (the Great Grimpen Mire and the La Brea Tar Pits) and the noun duff referring to decaying vegetable matter. The mire. We travel first to Dartmoor and the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle: “They were the footprints of a gigantic hound!”. From Wikipedia: … Continue reading Trapped in the morning duff