Witton Cemetery.
Wiping the trolley down.
Well in.
Feeding the swans.
Fairly nice afternoon upstream.
Fairly nice afternoon downstream.
On Pitchcroft.
Outward bound.
Skyscape.
On Pitchcroft.
Homeward bound.
Some pieces of walnut for the Robin
singing to us from the top of the tree.
Creamy at night, shepherds......um......
must signify something.
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