Crow and Seagull

Sunday, sleepy eyed, from waking window, Crow and Seagull, cross and criss cross the crawling nutmeg hills. Roseberry Topping, rising like a matriarch calling her fledgling hills. The Robin, hobnobbing with Blackbird and the Cat-black clawing cat scanning the sky from a lean-to fence. The huffy clouds and watering can sky poised to anoint the sheltering landscape with it's liquid sermon, dog-collard and all-singing to the congregation of my yawning thoughts! The Brown Ale bottles of Saturday night ratting in the racks outside the Working Men's Club, cars, windscreen wipe their sleepy eyes and set off under the umbrella of this Sunday morning...

Text and photo montage Trev Teasdel