At the risk of sounding like Sting (in which case kill me now), there's a lovely field of barley on my daily walk. The stalks are fully formed but currently a lovely shade of light green. It's very pleasing how they ripple and sway on the breeze.
Now, where's me Panamanian nose flute...
"Bell Boy - you gotta keep running now"...
About Me
- Gary
- In my twenties I was a failed poet. In my thirties I wrote a book on gambling which was very nearly published. In my forties I wrote a small book about moving from London to Shropshire, which remains unpublished. Into my fifties and the quest continues...
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