Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Gorse, vacuuming and sprinkles.

1. Gorse is always in flower, as everyone who lives near heathland knows, but this week, on the sunny side at least, it's changing from green spiny thickets with the odd blossom to a grand show of solid yellow.

2. The way the dust and flick disappear into the vacuum cleaner.

3. On a whim, I drop bright coloured hundreds and thousands into his bowl of custard.

Shower, sparrow and night before bin day.

1. The rain comes down in rushing spate, drowning downpipes and running in fans over the asphalt. Next time I look up, the sun is out, water...