Friday, May 05, 2006

Fifty springs are little room, augury and innocence.

1. Walking down a footpath while the white petals of wild cherry blossom fell all around me.

2. The swallows are back and I heard my first cuckoo. Summer is coming in.

3. A child's mountain bike lying on its side, right in the way, outside the newsagents.

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 ...