The mosaic of fallen leaves darkens and evens to a mummified brown, patterned by line more than colour.
Two plastic bottles bob among the broken reedmace in the shivering water.
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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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"mummified brown" and "shivering water" ... Very fine, Lucy!
Rouchswalwe took the words right out of my mouth! Wonderful word pictures, Lucy.
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Hello girls, nice to see you. I'm sorry I've neglected this blog a bit one way and another, but I shall try to get back to it.
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