Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Flock, clean air and new dad.

1. The sound of sheep running down the road. Their hooves make a soft clicking sound, which multiplied by 100 makes quite a stampede.

2. Walking down the lane after a rainstorm to enjoy new-washed air and sparkling hedges.

3. Katie's brother proudly taking his day-old son off to change his nappy. 'He's just exploded.' Welcome to the world, small red wrinkled Rory. You're a bit early and this place must seem puzzling, bright and noisy; but you've got plenty of kick, and you're very much loved, so things aren't all that bad.

At the gate, invitation and beetroots.

1. I find yet more recycling and squinting in the drizzle, go down to the gate to put it out. Our neighbour is at her gate and we grumble ge...