Wednesday 4th April 2012
|Towards Cheviot in the wind|
This picture was taken on Saturday, the only moment that Molly stood still long enough for me to manage the camera; but like today, it was dry and bright with a cold wind -- and with the lovely cool scent of the flowering broom. Today's three-quarters of an hour ride was nearer to home and the scent was the richer sweetness of the honey-balm poplar. Otherwise much of my day was spent sorting things out, calling on a stone-waller to ask him to build the tomb in a church Easter Garden as he has for the last few years and other practical preparations for Easter.