Sunday 30 August 2009

• Conkers on the pavement as I wandered home after a summer's day.
• Playing word games by candlelight, sitting in a lavender scented garden with a gaggle of friends.
• The heat of a flaming barbeque blowing against my skin.
• The slow, warm ache of a morning well spent.
• Acting as a nexus (undeservedly, admittedly).