Sunday, 19 July 2009
Sleep, mother and children
Bit of this
Black cat slips into the envelope between crook of arm and cheek, we both go back to sleep.
2 foals stand out against the lush green backdrop on the opposite hill.
She is playing tennis, in the middle of the road with her son, in exactly the same place where I stood and batted more than 40 years ago.
Bit of that