Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
Molly disappears into the thicket behind my bench, and I hear splashes and crackles from within. She emerges wet-legged and pleased with herself. I didn't know there was water there.
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