plotting

I hatch plans for some guerilla planting of oak saplings. The wind roars like a steam train.

trees for the future

Everything sort of brown except the sky, which someone has painted. Going down the hill, we meet the trawlerman/tree surgeon who helped push my wheelchair up it in the spring. He admires my walking and talks of how the council should be planting oak and beech, like the Victorians, not cherry and rowan.

doggy yoyo

A photo from last week of a dog swinging by its teeth. Is this wise?

company

Hi ho this bright Autumn morning from me and my shadow. Sky a big bright arc above the hill while Minnie rootles below in the leaves.

remember remember

Spent remains on the hill - and the best place in the city on Firework Night.

now then

Clocks back, bright sun, long shadows. We say hello hello hello to a tiny policeman and his dad.

heavens

Loopy wind in the tree tops. A man walks with his back to the rainbow.

chill

Today we meet 2 crows, 4 magpies, a writer, a man with a new job and Minnie loses her ball. A bite to the air.

overflow

Is our friendly dog poo man poorly? Get well soon.

at the top

Now there's no sulphur in the air the sycamores get spots. And splots too - rain percussion through the leaves.

tense

Dank walking today. Hurry Minnie the short way round before work, keeping a weather eye out for bad arga warga with small dogs.

law abiding

Misty at 10, Sunday morning. But tennis already on the courts, bowls on the green. No golfers.

land ahoy

Very early. Fog swallows the valley and turns cityscape to seascape.

healthy

No lager cans - high on milk last night? Second drizzly morning as Minnie and I dog-leg the park.

short work

.... and Minnie's new ball.

new laid?

A late song bird's egg on the hill ...

tooth and claw

A lurcher and a little black terrier, assisted by Minnie, catch a squirrel. I've never heard a squirrel squeal before. The owner puts it out of it's misery and takes it home in a plastic bag for his ferrets.

phantom sledger

The sledge moved down the hill and into the hedge in the night..........

only september

Diffusion of damp in the air. There's a sledge in the grass, dreaming of snow.

graphic

Last night we find a zen scribble of bog paper.