~ A misty, dewy morning and for the first time for ages I wandered around the garden with the camera before breakfast. The swallows, I counted twenty-two at one sitting, were lined up preening and chuntering on the wires, and the garden was festooned with beaded spiders' webs, which an hour later had all but disappeared, evaporated with the mist.
~ Molly and I went out a little later in the morning to pick blackberries. We didn't get too many, but I came back with a few scratches and nettle stings, and my sandals (not good footwear for foraging really) and the bottom of my trousers wet and seedy, so something of the job description of blackberrying was fulfilled.
Snailtrack, also early this morning.
The soul feels small, looking up
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