Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday, 6 February 2009
Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, lunchtime, Thursday.
The river is brimming and running fast with rain and meltwater, with patches of bubbles. The weirs are roaring like tiny Niagaras, things seem ready to break up, wash away.
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