Today we pootled- not poodled, you understand; Sherlock forbade me from using that particular ‘P’ word many moons ago. Above us were numerous sand martins and swallows catapulting themselves across a back cloth of cobalt blue. September splendour. Slowly we sauntered the well worn path. There is no rush. Sherlock has much to investigate andContinue reading “Cobalt”
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The Watcher.
There was a gap in the cold grey sky, a sheet of blue optimsm towered above us as Sherlock and I chanced our arms (and legs) and set off for head weir on the River Otter. We squelched along by the mill stream and up through the woods to the sound of a brimfull riverContinue reading “The Watcher.”
Simon Harlond 