Today we walked with a publisher lady, over the hill and down to the seals. And the day was a gray day, but the sea stretched out blue-gray and beautiful and there was no-one about. The bracken is rusted, almost to the colour of gingercat. Buzzards flew by and raven gathered in the sky and seal pups, some small and some almost weaned, lay on the beach.We played on the cliffs. We played on the signpost. Then we came home to stretch out and sleep.
What a divine place to rest. You can open one eye just a tiny slit and see your gorgeous self.
ReplyDeleteThe perfect end to a purrrrfect day by the looks of things.
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