A ROAD TRIP TO NEVERN

This morning there is frost on the grass. The chill dampens the scent of primulas, and the air carries elements of their perfume with a mixed in twiggyness. Alt text says this week’s photo is a person standing in front of a stone pillar. I say it is Kath wrapped in her Nevern Blanket atContinue reading “A ROAD TRIP TO NEVERN”