Saturday, 15 August 2009

Down the road, morning.

Hurry the breakfast washing up, we want to catch the early light on the wheat harvest that we heard in the night, and the grassheads and spiderwebs are silver crisp.


Rouchswalwe said...

silver crisp spiderwebs ~ niiice!

The Crow said...

Sounds like a lovely walk. Fine description of the spiderweb.