We have been getting our heads in order for our writing course next weekend. Full of lunch, we walked a lane, soggett with the downpours of the last few days.
We liked the wayside egg sale, especially the carefully engineered drainpipe to funnel cash through the hedge into the owner’s garden.
Legging it briskly below the drippy trees, we paused at convenient points to swap items from our repertoires, slightly to the surprise of other walkers (we did have to censor one when a few sticky-beaks came by.) Friend was amused that I had a contents list of recent items; sadly, that is entirely in character. Our pieces are now mâchéd from the mizzle.