Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Tuesday 8 December 2009
Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon.
The small stream rumbles like a mighty cataract, and, though autumn seemed over, there is a last scattering of gold from oaks and hazels, even as the first catkins appear.
2 comments:
I so enjoy the way you describe your world, Lucy; so beautiful and alive.
:)
Thanks for coming and joining me, Martha!
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