Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Monday, 24 May 2010
Down the road, evening. (Why not, I've neglected it long enough?)
The solitary small orange and brown butterfly wanders along, then settles on the verge among the grass blades and buttercups. It takes off again as my shadow falls on it.
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