Sunday, April 17, 2011
On a Spring day...
...of almost unbearable beauty, a visit to a dear friend and a walk along a canal-path, with lush grass in the meadows, and blossom fluttering from softly-laden trees.In the cool of the evening we visited an old church. The day's thoughts were shaped by a poignant piece by Charles Moore in that morning's Telegraph.
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