Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Tuesday, 26 February 2008
On the way to the watermill, Guettes-es-Lievres, afternoon.
Little girl in a pink coat edges along the railings, feet in and out, balancing. I remember doing this, imagining it could be a daring act a life depended on ...
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I think I've been doing it all my life, only latterly it's been more in my mind.
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