Janey...
The waves are galloping wild white horses, after last night's angry gale. The sun strikes gold shafts among the silver
Jane...
Hedges a criss-cross tangle of faded purple, dressed in bridal shroud of sticky-willy lace. Crowds of nettle stalks stand to attention at their side.
Beverley...
Crows cruise with precision a breath above flat fields of wheat shoots. Elsewhere, ivy twists among unkempt brambles.
Kit...
A tiny fawn jumps into our path, approaches on pick-up-stick limbs, then pivots, and off ... 1,2,3 boing, 1,2,3 boing, its powder puff butt aloft
Helen...
In the woods an imperceptible breeze makes treetops creak. Heron rises on his ancient wings, silent above the river.
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