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Cycling alongside the rivulet amongst willows and forget-me-nots.
Walking along the rivulet, enjoying the spring, and thinking about Lost Words.
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Unexpected sunshine, market, bellringers and afternoon tea.
A mercurial day of minor disasters and great kindnesses.
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Energised by a cool day, wishing I could watch The Lehman Trilogy, and ending up with rather less hair than expected.
(The other side of the river)
Listening to Judith Kerr and Matthew Kneale on A Good Read, and enjoying a Sunday after feeling a bit low yesterday.
I did it!
Watching my oak tree unfold and reading Mikael Niemi’s To Cook a Bear
Breathing, dreaming, seeking the zone, and having a rest.
Lady Nelson, and Lisa Southgate on being watched.
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Silent walking to Gentle Annie Falls.