Monday, April 23, 2012

Wildlife, dust and out of the rain.

1. "Tell Mummy what we've seen," says Nick as they come home from a walk on the common. Alec can tell me about the dogs (w-w) and the squirrels (tst-tst-tst). But he has more difficulty telling me about the stoat and the fox that crossed their path.

2. I've been staring at this dust for a week. I take up a cloth and wipe it away.

3. As the rain gets heavier, the coffee shop gets fuller.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....