Janey...
The silver-blue stillness of sea and sky...
We watch a juvenile cormorant learning to dive
Kit...
In the walled garden, the last handfuls of runner beans ... and one final small fig, hiding amongst the turning leaves.
Jane...
I break the water's skin and swim to dusk's still-clear light, so thin I could go through it.
Helen...
In warm sunshine I string up onions and pack potatoes into sacks.
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