Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon
Picking up coloured leaves, I hear several odd, hoarse-sounding squeaks from the ground nearby. Something invisible, tiny and fierce, probably mammalian, is trying to frighten me, and everso slightly succeeding.
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