Friday, August 30, 2024

Sea, eryngo and curfew.

1. We come over the top of the links, and there's the sea sparkling before us.

2. Among the beiges and browns of sand and pebbles, the spiky blue of sea holly.

3. This town rings a curfew bell at 8pm. This evening, we are coming home from dinner by the river, and it feels about right, with night falling and lights coming on.

Dull, after the rain and prepping.

1. I slap the full water butt to enjoy the dull thump. 2. My herbs have doubled in size in the rain, which seems to have nourished them in a...