Monday, June 30, 2025

Going away, sweet peas and calls.

1. Waving off the last of our sleepover guests. Now we are free to be tired and grumpy.

2. A bunch of sweet peas -- bright stained glass colours -- tucked in among our packing.

3. The wheezy calls of the baby seagulls nesting in a chimney stack the next street over; and the swifts shrieking overhead.

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 ...