Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday 5 June 2009
The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, midday.
Already the greens are monochrome dark, only the pale spires of stone pennywort, the mauve of foxgloves and the frothy, fruity perfume of elderflowers give some lift to the scene.
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These words of beauty tonight have given me a lift. Merci, Lucy.
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