Tuesday 12 February 2013
Winter's Day:
Winter's Day: Winter's Day: Trees tall and statuesque, waving and reaching to the skies, blue tit and robin fly from branch to branch, pigeons cuddle ready for the ma...
Monday 11 February 2013
Winter's Day
Trees tall and statuesque, waving and reaching to the skies, blue tit
and robin fly from branch to branch, pigeons cuddle ready for the
mating dance cooing and chirping.
The variety of colours, the shades of greens, browns and reds, that early
spark of the new year, the spring yet to come,.
Grey squirral searching for morsals left by man, a pheasant running through the lane, mindless driver missing him by an inch laughing at his folly.
Stone wall with granite heads with comical faces placed in decorative fashion.
Geese in formation across windy grey sky, stoat running for his life heading into marshes, while wind turbines rotate at speed.
Wooly sheep crazing lazily takes me back to memories of my beloved cornwall, of times past rambling midst stone circles and quoit's, by sacred wells and scared pathways.
Clotted cream teas and rosy landladies with hearty laughter by Zennor head, wild gorse bushes and old tin mines.
The variety of colours, the shades of greens, browns and reds, that early
spark of the new year, the spring yet to come,.
Grey squirral searching for morsals left by man, a pheasant running through the lane, mindless driver missing him by an inch laughing at his folly.
Stone wall with granite heads with comical faces placed in decorative fashion.
Geese in formation across windy grey sky, stoat running for his life heading into marshes, while wind turbines rotate at speed.
Wooly sheep crazing lazily takes me back to memories of my beloved cornwall, of times past rambling midst stone circles and quoit's, by sacred wells and scared pathways.
Clotted cream teas and rosy landladies with hearty laughter by Zennor head, wild gorse bushes and old tin mines.
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