Thursday, February 17, 2005

Maggotpies, ring and stories.

1. Magpies sitting in the top of a birch tree.

2. On my way to work, my phone rings. As I have just passed Rob's work, I am guessing he's calling to say he can see me.

3. In the pub, Rob tries to tell us a story but is interrupted with bawdy comments. 'This is what it must have been like for bards. No wonder they all went off travelling - it was to get away from their bloody friends.'

Shelter, arisen and pub.

1. We are sheltered under the garden centre's great barn roof. There is a rush of sound and air as the rain comes down. 2. A mushroom, c...