- My ma, giggling with us from HP's bed like we were all in a dorm room.
- The glow of the setting sun on the barn roof. Moureze, you're lovely.
- A wonderfully low and orange moon (and reference to my sister's horror at the proximity of 'Mars' years ago.)
- Citroen sorbet and cocquelicot icecream in a waffle cone.
- A cacophony of bird song as I set out.
Saturday 8 August 2009
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