Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Lamballe, round the lake, with Iso and Princeling.
Momentarily, I'm back twenty years, and the one who runs and clambers and chuckles ahead, frowns and smiles at me from brown-gold eyes under forward-falling hair, is my sister's lad.
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