Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Sunday, 11 May 2008
Down the road, evening
Everything glows: bright yellow broom and buttercups, and greenfinch wings which break from a dereliction of forget-me-nots, pale redgold sorrel roadsides, the misty exhalation of spring wheatfield. May is exploding.