Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Down the road, evening, just before the rain.
Only the heron flying between hills and cloudbank is enough for the drama of soot-grey, sulphurous sky and land, and cylinders of straw, solemn as menhirs in the stubbled fields.
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