Saturday, 11 May 2013

Day 131. This sceptred isle.


This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

Where late Spring/early Summer is defined by high winds, brooding skies and cool temperatures.

Gone is the lead flashing from Bea's clubhouse but the apple tree is filled with blossom and the field behind is all set to bloom into a field of gold.

This is England.


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