brittle heaven
Summer will soon be here
@ (north of) Alnwick
Although it is meant to be Spring by now, someone ought to inform Northern England. Yesterday we had sleet and hail … and I can’t remember an evening walk where I wasn’t clobbered by freezing cold winds. Even the neighbourhood fox, who I used to see wandering the streets, seems to have given up – either perished or gone in search of warmer climes.
At times like this, I have to remind myself that it is sometimes possible to wear a short-sleeved shirt outdoors. And thankfully, an archive rummage has turned up this pleasant memory of the poppy fields of summer 2014.
Summer will soon be here
@ (north of) Alnwick
Although it is meant to be Spring by now, someone ought to inform Northern England. Yesterday we had sleet and hail … and I can’t remember an evening walk where I wasn’t clobbered by freezing cold winds. Even the neighbourhood fox, who I used to see wandering the streets, seems to have given up – either perished or gone in search of warmer climes.
At times like this, I have to remind myself that it is sometimes possible to wear a short-sleeved shirt outdoors. And thankfully, an archive rummage has turned up this pleasant memory of the poppy fields of summer 2014.