Tuesday, 26 January 2010
Bit of this
Long and lean with red hair he hunkers down hanging on to the side of the conveyor belt gazing at his lone bottle of White Lightening. "There's always something to be cheerful about" he grins at me.
From the shadow of the hill a dark mass of birds moves towards us, sidestepping into a fleeting elegant dance before disappearing. Several loud bangs explain the reason for their flight.
The walls of the house are turning pink, when I look out of the bedroom window there is a fantastic fiery sky.
Bit of that