Friday, 31 January 2014
Friday, 24 January 2014
Lost for words, I pick three word-bricks at random. Hmm - 'late', 'valiant', and 'trace'..
I mosey, Friday-afternoon-ish, up to the attic to change the bedlinen, and glance out at the wet dusk - a last, late starling traces its valiant way down to the pier to roost...