Thursday, 9 July 2009

Mount Ephraim, anticlockwise. 3.45pm.

Ants in shining black armour have moved sand and soil, grain by grain, to make themselves a cavernous fortress among the roots of grass. Today, the lawn; tomorrow, the world.

1 comment:

jem said...

And the day after that they plan to collapse my conservatory if all the sand around the edges is anything to go by.