Mistle thrush in the seventh oak, flies to the fourteenth, sings again.
Three fraying vees of lapwings, high and purposeful, returning home? I wish them luck over lonely northern seas.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, mid-morning
- On the way to the watermill, Guettes-es-Lievres, a...
- Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Down the road, late afternoon; avis specere
- Down the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning / Quessoy arboretum,...
- Down the road, late afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon
- Up the road, afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, mid-morning
- Quessoy arboretum, afternoon, and following
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
- Up the road and over the field, afternoon
- Up the road, late afternoon
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, mid-morning
- Down the road, late afternoon.
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3 comments:
love all the ths and fs and vs!
This is beautiful Lucy!
Mistle thrush again. Such wonderful syllables that they make the numbers seem mystic.
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