Haven't been taking my state sanctiond exercise for a variety of reasons but the lengthening evenings, and the prospect of a 2 hour musical on the telebox in poor quality courtesy of You Tube sent me scurrying for my sturdy shoes and escaping the grounds of Bureboy Villas for the first time for a while to a chorus of chinking blackbirds.
Up to the water towers and then that big Norfolk sky opening up in front of me, with the Serengetti treeline.
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Way barred by freshly drilled and banked potatoes. The protesting feet already marking out the right of way. That big Norfolk sky almost devoid of contrails. Strange times indeed.
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