27th May 2020, Buston, 7:30am
All quiet beneath a gentle sky.
The weekend crowds have gone home,
Nature seems to be breathing again.
To be able to walk on my local patch of the coast again feels like a small but significant step forward. I see hope in the fronds of the ferns, tentatively unfurling in the warm springtime sunshine hoping that the frosts of winter are behind us.
Wednesday, 27 May 2020
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