Saturday, July 19, 2008

Not going far, my toy and coriander.

1. The oriental supermarket on Upper Grosvenor Road. I feel as if I am on holiday -- nothing is familiar, everything wonderful and exotic.

2. Two women talk. Below them, their babies smile at each other -- one teasing the other by waving a toy.

3. While queuing in the greengrocers, I put my nose into the lush and generous bunch of coriander that I am about to pay for.

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....