9°C, rain & it’s heavy.
Sketchbook in watercolour: it came out as I expected, but it’s just too close to post here: take my word for it.
Instead, a short line of verse that entered my head in the early hours:
"I start this walk through bramble hedges and wait for the view to soften into cherry blossom"
Goodbye, but not for too long.
Micycle 