Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Great work, bracken and to ourselves.

1. We have been sitting in the sun stuffing envelopes. I can hear a clipping noise, but cannot see anyone. Once the envelopes are stuffed, Elizabeth says: 'Come and see the great work.' She leads me under the low branches of a shrub to the top of the wall that drops into the garden behind. Christopher is balanced on a trestle trimming the hedge.

2. The Common paths are newly cut and there is a smell of drying bracken.

3. Being in the cinema with only a few people.

Follow Her, no birds and Burns Night.

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