The sky is as turquoise as a grecian sea covering the allotments with a silver sheen. The cockerel is chiming his note and as I speak the clouds they change, thin whips of grey a floating, fluorescent yellow of forsythia still and a vivid yellow weed bucket now, shades of blue everywhere, tin fencing, tarpaulin and a metal stool supporting something which I cannot see. The shutters on the pigeon shed are dazzled by the light from the sky. Tangerine wellies in the shed, a seagull darts and we are off again have a good day
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 06:27:39 +0000
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