Thursday, November 11, 2021

Wet grass, recall and arnica.

1. Ahead of me are my own footprints in the wet grass.

2. I am far away, deep in a morass of text when to the top of my play queue come Cerys Matthews' warm, intimate renditions of Welsh folk songs.

3. The lady in the chemist has slipped a sachet of arnica gel in with the support for Alec's sprained wrist.

Bees, tortoise shell and catching our attention.

1. Up and down the street lavender bushes are smutted black with bumble bees. 2. A tortoise shell butterfly is hanging around in the sunshin...