Friday, August 30, 2024

Sea, eryngo and curfew.

1. We come over the top of the links, and there's the sea sparkling before us.

2. Among the beiges and browns of sand and pebbles, the spiky blue of sea holly.

3. This town rings a curfew bell at 8pm. This evening, we are coming home from dinner by the river, and it feels about right, with night falling and lights coming on.

Watering cans, eating alone and settling down.

1. The grounding weight of my watering cans. 2. Our schedules mean that I eat supper alone in the peaceable, silent kitchen. 3. Now the chil...