A carnage of tree felling affords a wealth of photographs.
A small plaque on a stick in a slough of mud announces the obvious - 'boue'.
Anemones, celandine, periwinkles, primroses, violets.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
2 comments:
Nostalgie...?
I should have expected nothing less of you Joe!
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