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.

Wet Sunday, resting and re-do.

1. We wake to the sound of heavy rain -- just right for a simple Sunday. 2. I put my dough in a bowl to rest, and take a quiet half-hour mys...