Purples and blues of knapweed, scabious, thistle, against the browning wheat and grasses.
A dozen swallows perform a flickering ballet round the telegraph wires. The young ones have stubbier tails.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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Lovely to be out with you and Mol again. Missed your walks while you were gone.
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Thanks Crow. I missed it too, but just found it too hard to keep up!
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