A heathery blush

A heathery blush
is spreading across the bog
and whiskey-nosed hills


Sadly not my haiku but Pol Ó Colmáin's, my erstwhile Irish teacher, taken from his book The Silence Unravelling.

What a day! It was hot! We were almost too hot sitting by the pond at lunchtime and roused ourselves from our drowsiness and went down by the sea. Actually the blue you can see here is a lake, but the sea wa son the other side of a shingle spit. There was a stiff breeze and some beautiful colours. Himself managed a proper walk - the first one since the end of May and felt suitably encouraged. Good swimming weather too, it felt slightly warmer - see Scribbler!