Friday, June 15, 2007

Chip, break and rain.

1. The flint-knapping sound of two robins competing over a boundary.

2. Having a sleep on the breakroom sofa at lunchtime.

3. The smell of a little rain on dry ground.
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Escape, tulips and samosa.

1. This morning, I'm piling into a car with friends to escape into the Weald, where we will visit a garden planted with 45,000 tulips. 2...