Thursday, 5 April 2012

the door claps to, the pane is blind with showers

Huddled over the heater, swathed in blankets and listening to the rain rattle on the roof. Were we really swimming in a Dartmoor river only ten days ago? 

Well, yes. We were. 

 Carpe diem, as they say. Which translates as, eat some fish every day.