Thursday, 21 March 2013

Down the road early evening

We can walk at evening again, and setting out, I see the year's first swallow flying over the village, though we'll come home gladly to a fire and hot soup.

Saturday, 2 March 2013

Up the road, afternoon

I was reluctant to walk, the day grey and cold, but halfway round I look up at Bel Air, seeing it softly illuminated, a glow and colour not unlike primroses.