Tuesday, 10 February 2009

In the Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the winter, I dream of the summer that's on its way: picnics on the Downs; badminton nets made from a bit of string and grass stems; cow parsley everywhere, and the smell of dew on grass. Not long now. Thanks go to P.V. for the badminton net, and the Freans for a lovely picnic.

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