Was out running today, again not a lot out of the ordinary to be seen, and so as I went past the lake and along the full length of Clay Lane and through Beacon Hill reserve, it was another day just to bask in a beautiful afternoon, and relish the fact that I am outside in some pretty places compared to other places I could have ended up. By the castle another glossy cormorant flew by.
Was thinking of the colours. The muddy and dead browns of Winter are being replaced by the bright minty greens of spring. Green is the colour.
Green is where it is at.