Sunday, April 27, 2008

Egg whites, shirt and cherry blossom.

1. Nicky's poached eggs arrive, gleaming white with the yolks hanging inside. They lie on wilted spinach.

2. Nick hangs a crisp shirt in my wardrobe, ready for tomorrow.

3. A crowd of teenagers walk up the hill carrying twigs of cherry blossom acquired from a tree that overhangs the road.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....