Thursday, July 22, 2004

It's gone, yay and spuds.

1. Small boy chasing crickets in the long grass under Wellington Rocks.

2. Sitting in my flat at 6.05pm and - even after six months - rejoicing at not being stuck on the train back from work in London.

3. Rob turning up at ten to midnight with a bag of potatoes from his allotment.

Steady rain, canon and heat.

1. We wake to the sound of steady rain after a few hot, dry days. 2. I tumble down a bit of a rabbit hole after a social media discussion of...