Thursday, September 26, 2024

Pushing, dog and supper by the river.

1. My walks are turning into runs.

2. A wiry orange dog with a whiskery face glances at my as a I pass.

3. Bettany and I eat supper on a sheltered terrace with the river slipping by below us and the rain falling outside.

Orange, violet and stars in their places.

1. These really are the last of the blood oranges -- they are not as sharp and tasty, and the skins don't come away easily. I cut it int...