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.
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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- Up the road, afternoon.
- Hill above Hénon, afternoon.
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- Up the road, afternoon.
- Down the road, evening.
- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon.
- Down the road, early evening (Wednesday).
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- Down the road, afternoon. A guest post by Rilke, ...
- Down the road, afternoon.
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2 comments:
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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