On most days I walk once around the park and write 30 words about it.
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
Claremont Road, anticlockwise. 3pm
A boy not yet five wears a knight's helmet and a cloak, carries a plastic sword and rides a hobby horse. His mother dutifully makes clip-clop sounds behind him.
I came here via Lucy's box elder blog. What a lovely idea. I've always thought I'd like my final degree (if there is to be one) to be in poetry, thinking if I could express life well in as few words as possible, all other writing would be easy.
I love your idea, and especially this vivid picture.
I, too, have found you by the way of Lucy. Your blog is wonderful. It reminds me of what a preacher friend of mine told his students. “Be brilliant, be brief and be seated!”
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Hello, Clare--
I came here via Lucy's box elder blog. What a lovely idea. I've always thought I'd like my final degree (if there is to be one) to be in poetry, thinking if I could express life well in as few words as possible, all other writing would be easy.
I love your idea, and especially this vivid picture.
I, too, have found you by the way of Lucy. Your blog is wonderful. It reminds me of what a preacher friend of mine told his students. “Be brilliant, be brief and be seated!”
I came from 3BT.
I can totally relate to this one. But, I'm making choo choo sounds.
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