
Across the fields the sun paints the cathedral with a golden light. It is quiet and you can hear the bells from the tower, distant, a whisper, a memory of bells.
The sky is beautiful.
Telling tales, of walking in wild places, of painting, of sleeping in warm places and of mice and other things....
2 comments:
My catmom is gonna really love the pictures on your blog! A really long time ago her family had to leave Wales, but they have, every generation, wanted to go home someday.
Thank-you! I am Mozart!
The sky is beautiful but the ginger cat makes it PERFECT!
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