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Late-summer afternoon

Kids cricket, lambs out, blackberries in the hedgerows. A rope-like dog-turd.

O, ye women disporting yourselves upon blankets!

O, ye women disporting yourselves upon blankets! Please stop it. I’ve work to do.

Summer

A cheeky robin pecks at my al fresco lunch. BANG! ………No more robin.

Summer of ’98

I remember that summer as being of great importance. Or, rather: I remember that summer –¬†and that seems important.