Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Old railtrack, Gare de Moncontour
I've forgotten gloves again, so I gather the luscious, fuzzy green pleated nettle tops with two plastic bags. Somehow they sting me through the plastic; my fingers prickle for ages.
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