Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 31 March 2008
The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon
Over my head, and the sound of running water, a blackcap, or whitethroat, is singing. I strain to see it, but just catch its movement away into the broom thicket.
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