Privet and buddleia smell cloyingly sweet, the trees are boiled-cabbage green, everything seems overcooked.
Truth to tell, I don't care for high summer, but hate to be wishing it away.
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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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- The old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour, afternoon.
- Down the road, early evening (Wednesday).
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