Saturday, June 05, 2010

Blessed cool, Prosecco and air aces.

1. The woods. The shady side of the street. Our flat. Very much welcome on a hot day.

2. She says: "Thanks for telling me this Prosecco is sweeter than Champagne. I wouldn't have tried it otherwise."

3. Daredevil swifts shriek over our hill. They fall, now skyward, now earthward. Always falling.

1 comment:

  1. Hello Clare, long time no blog from me, but I'm back at it and 3bt-ing too. Thanks for still being here.
    Ruth / Madame C.


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