Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 12 May 2008
Down the road, evening
Across the sky from the sunset, a long line of mounded cloud, toplit pink, valleys and hills: the Elysian Fields, we would have said, where the little winged horses lived...
I don't know, and I can't find anything about him anywhere on the web either! All the old books like that got left in the attic at Gossoms, I think. But I always think of those Elysian Fields when I see clouds like that.
2 comments:
Whatever happened to Twinky the little winged horse?
Oh fab! I didn't know you were reading here!
I don't know, and I can't find anything about him anywhere on the web either! All the old books like that got left in the attic at Gossoms, I think. But I always think of those Elysian Fields when I see clouds like that.
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