By PeterMay

The Night Gate

I’ve been remiss, lately, in blipping. I’ve been writing the new book. Which means being up at 5.45am to walk Daftie in the dark before a quick breakfast and a start on my daily 3000 words. I’ve seen the shadow of this gate thrown by a streetlight every morning. But it was misty today and I stopped to dig out my phone and snap it. Don’t hold your breath for the next.

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