We appreciate the coolth, although I shiver.
I pinch a handful of untended, naturalised strawberries from Pierre's old front flowerbed; they are small, crunchy and intense as real wild ones.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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- Down the road, evening
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, early evening.
- Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.
- Down the road, evening.
- Hill above Hénon, afternoon.
- Down the road, early evening.
- Up the road, afternoon. (Thursday)
- Up the road, evening (Wednesday).
- Water mill, Guettes-es-Lievres, morning (Tuesday).
- Hill above Hénon, afternoon.
- Down the road, evening (Saturday).
- Up the road, afternoon.
- Up the road, afternoon.
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- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, midday.
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1 comment:
I like the word 'coolth.' Perfect!
:)
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