Sunday 27 April 2008

Up the road, and down towards la Tantouille, afternoon

The ploughed clay soil is chopped and tossed in irregular chunks, their flat, planes slick and smooth, catching the light and bristled here and there with stray tufts of grass.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Im so glad that you keep these 30 word post going. They bring the smells of Brittany to the screen.

Lucy said...

Thank you, I'm glad I have too!