Friday, August 29, 2025

Friendly, strayed and cedar.

1. In the small hours, when I can't get back to sleep, there's a friendly, familiar Terry Pratchett book waiting on my phone.

2. We stray into a bookshop and when we come out blinking in the sunlight, the brick pavements are puddled, which suggests we have missed a brief downpour.

3. The scent of cedar lingering on my skin from the unscheduled bath I took this morning.

Rind, mustering and moon.

1. The crack of pumpkin rind as I bring the knife round the lantern lid. 2. Now they've been pointed out to me, everywhere I go, I see t...