Thursday, 31 December 2009

Trédaniel plan d'eau, morning.

We slither and slide through wet leaf mould, and I struggle to find solace and grace in the peat-brown waters and sodden grass and paths.

I succeed, in some measure.


Rouchswalwe said...

You go Lucy!

The Crow said...

Take heart, dear Lucy. It is the Earth at slumber, dreaming of Spring.


Bee said...

Yesterday we walked on a road so icy that it seemed safer to shuffle and glide than to put one's feet up and down.

I hope clarity has returned in the form of bright skies!