1. A red-gold Victoria plum. The skin is the colour of a faded bruise, and the flesh reminds me of teatime sunlight.
2. Passing a church we catch the moment when shining butterflies of confetti hang in the air.
3. Cutting up a fat ball of mozzarella and eating it with warm figs.
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 ...
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1. An enormous fat bumble bee at work. She is so bulky that she can knock dead blossoms out of the way as she gets right in to the new jasmi...
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1. The shortest night and the longest day. I was up at Wellington Rocks with Anna, Paul and Jason. We couldn't see the sun through the m...
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1. Oli has written a poem describing how Tunbridge Wells makes him veer between wanting to fall in love and wanting to shoot people. Which i...