- Books, books, books. So much so that, when looking for the pile I'd accumulated in the kitchen, I realised I couldn't find it because I'd read them all. Utter, utter bliss.
- My mother's absolute hysteria, and the requisite explanation of the jokes. The Ramblers Association and shoe shine. Turns out, we all have our own quite esoteric sense of humour.
- Mushroom spotting around the loop - shaggy ink caps and puffballs.
- An encounter with an old friend, looking happy and healthy. Job done, as he would say.
- Hiding from the tractor drivers as I lay melting in the sun. Too hot to resist sprawling, really.
Saturday 15 August 2009
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