Monday, 9 July 2012

A magpie drags a crushed up, squashed up, squirrel carcass across the tarmac, leaving a fresh-blood red smear. A green woodpecker flies up from the side of the road.

Sunday, 8 July 2012

I comb the grass looking for the missing bolt from the lawn-mower. Each wet blade catches the light, and the rake chinks against mud-clothed stones. 

Wednesday, 4 July 2012