Friday, June 08, 2007

Spatter, sweet things and Wales.

1. A few spots of rain land on the pages of my book.

2. My mother rings to tell me about the puddings she has planned for my birthday. 'Strawberries and cream, pavlova, Eton mess, chocolate hazelnut torte, cheesecake...' I haven't had my supper yet and I start to feel light-headed.

3. Hearing a Welsh accent on the radio.

Path, stars and wisteria.

1. The Common has dried out a lot since I was last out. There is a dusty path beaten smooth across the spot that is still rutted and ridged ...