Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 22 March 2010
Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon.
Swallows, wheeling over the water, accompanied by sand martins. I don't remember that they've made me cry before. I understand that somewhere I doubted, this time, they'd still come back.
1 comment:
swallows are hardy
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