Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 25 February 2008
Quessoy arboretum, afternoon.
The young trees are meagre, twiggy, nondescript, yet their carefully labelled names can carry you to faraway lands, to groves filled with colour and mystery and the spirits of long-departed botanists.
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