Sunday, June 04, 2006

Buttercup days, pinewood and green gold.

1. Fields of bright yellow buttercups.

2. Walking past a line of conifers and smelling the resin. Katie said it reminded her of one of our favourite books: The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge.

3. The footpath runs straight and narrow through a field of half-grown wheat. The blades are already thigh high and it's quite hypnotic watching them go by.

Recos, guitar and curls.

1. The time has come to finish up, but we're still swapping podcast recommendations. 2. The call comes -- his guitar has arrived at the ...