woolfs by katharine eastman

yesterday another walk around the coast - just a bit. Near Hythe I heard my first cuckoo of the year. A couple of hours later, approaching Bucklers Hard, I heard my second cuckoo. Lots more butterflies than I could've possibly expected - though virtually all orange tips. Of course all the fields of rape are irresistible - but I managed to photograph something else instead, though just as much a cliche - but this page has now established that safe cliched pictures are what fit best. Those clouds in the photo are misleading - out in the day it felt like the sun never went in - out in the countryside it feels like it never goes in - and then to return to the city and the excitement and the rudeness and the stupidity - got to do this stuff while anyone still can.

recorded this morning, photo Bucklers Hard yesterday morning