Sunday, 20 July 2008

Wales. 1 - Heron

Last year, I saw you there, over where the river smooths into blackest shadow. Pose frozen like pale grey stone, your bead eye shone keen with one intent. I flinched as you flung out a ruthless javelin beak. White flash. Black water. Silver fish.
This year, I'm waiting for you.

Home from Wales, having enjoyed being in spectacular landscapes again, wondering when I can next get away for a longer break. Those of you in the UK will have seen the weather forecasts last week, so no prizes for guessing what one of the themes for this set of posts will be! While away, I wrote every day except the ones spent travelling, so will be using those writings to build some new posts soon.