Sunday, June 04, 2006

Buttercup days, pinewood and green gold.

1. Fields of bright yellow buttercups.

2. Walking past a line of conifers and smelling the resin. Katie said it reminded her of one of our favourite books: The Little White Horse by Elizabeth Goudge.

3. The footpath runs straight and narrow through a field of half-grown wheat. The blades are already thigh high and it's quite hypnotic watching them go by.

Cistern, club and go.

1. We've got water of some kind -- the sound of the loo cistern filling is pretty good to hear this morning. 2. Susan has invited to us ...