Saturday, June 01, 2013

Wave, fluff and white on green.

1. To see a familiar husband and father waving as he walks towards us across the park.

2. Nick reports that the floating willow seeds were so numerous up at the cricket ground 'that it was like watching through a snow storm at times'.

3. The drifts of daisies in the grass are like galaxies.

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....