A nice Sunday afternoon in late March, what better time for a walk underneath the 33 arches of the Hockley Viaduct? The air was pretty filthy with dust, mist and smoke from a nearby bonfire, but close up it made little difference (and probably improved the third one):



And here's something that happened the other day, a true astronomical harbinger of Spring -- the sun finally made it round the corner into the kitchen, and hit the side of our stainless steel kettle, decorating our as-yet undecorated kitchen wall:
2 comments:
Why a duck? Why-a-no-chicken?
Hey, listen, I'm a stranger here myself!
Mike
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