Sunday, August 24, 2008

Hoeing, fox and keys.

1. A very little girl in a pink neck-to-ankle dress has stopped to stare at a man scraping and clattering as he hoes weeds on the edge of the pavement.

2. At noon, in the shadow of the woods, a silent fox runs across my path, his tail straight out behind him.

3. My own key to Nick's flat on a gold heart keyring.

Wet walk, morning tea and detectives.

1. My trousers are soaked after my walk in the rain. I put on a dry pair and feel the chill leaving my legs. 2. She has time for a cuppa and...