h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It suggests dinosaurs to me. That's the only context I've heard the word in. There may have been, but I didn't spot them.

TRiG.

For me it suggests pre-dinosaur, dawn of time, sea creatures dragging themselves up on land...

Culture difference there!

Dear ...(insert your RL name here)
This is going to be a long letter, but you didn't expect you could get away with writing such beautiful pieces on wood-walking and drowning in bogs, did you ?
It's Elena again, saying Hello and Thank you to you from the snow-covered Russia. I went back to your blog and found I made a typo in my yesterday's note- it was great to hear your voice, I don't think I heard your name, did I?It would be great to know it actually.I suppose you give more than a hint in your blog, but this cyberspace is so , one can never be sure.
I'm a very RL person and names, voices, pictures mean so much to me, cyberspace is quite a bit stifling. I'm much happier now that I've found people like Phred, Azahar, Nog, Woodpigeon and you who have blogs with pictures like windows opening into their world.
I hope to see more of your world - the bracken, the oak woods, the causeway, the stream - it would be great.
To say that I was fascinated by or engrossed in your story yesterday
is to say very little. The writer and the reader, I think, meet
somewhere in mid - air, both of them reaching out to each other, bringing in their experience and their human potential. Well, that's pretty obvious, I'm afraid.
Now I'm a very unexpected reader, living as far away from you as Russia. I'll be fifty this year and live with my husband and five children in Moscow. My eldest son is 17, a university student, and my little daughter is 7.
Moscow is a severely polluted place and we make a point of going to the country every summer for three months.Before the kids went to school, we used to leave the city as early as the end of April. We used to rent a house in a huge 'dacha' settlement about 40 km from the city. Our house was in the lane on the border of a forest, which stretches at least thirty kilometres to the north and is quite boggy. The forest was at its most beautiful in May, and of course, the absence of mosquitoes at this time of year added to the pleasure of exploring it. You could clamber along the mounds lining the drains and peer into the water waiting for a newt or a grass-snake to appear...
End of June brings bilberries - do you have them?-but you can only pick them if you wear a mask.
Another beauitiful period was August, when we would go mushroom-picking, birch- trees touched with gold graceful against the pale sky and kids on top of the world over every bit of a mushroom they found...
Thank you for reading this and do me a favour, give my regards to your Mum and Dad as you seem to have so much in common...Here are some flowers for them

Hi Elena.

Nice to hear from people as far afield as Russia.

Cyberspace can be strange. It tends to appeal to insular people, I think. I'm a little insular at times.

I enjoy writing, and I do seem to have a knack for description. So some people here have told me, anyway. It's actually very encouraging. It's a knack I hope to develop.

We do have bilberries, or froghans as the Irish call them. They grow in the mountains mainly.

See you,
Timothy.

Now, what was I thinking as I stood in the middle of that soggy and dangerous wetland? Yes, http://www.xkcd.com/77/.

TRiG.