Walking, thinking, chasing words, around Treginnis. So warm there are butterflies and bees and I see a red kite. A wheatear on a rock is a sign of spring. In the water a dark seal swam against the turning tide.
I stopped for a while at the copper mines. In 3 weeks I have written 133 words for a new book. Some are the same word used again.
Tregennis has a new manager, moving in at the end of April and we met today. Hoping to do some work there with him. It is a wonderful place, set in such a beautiful area and today was full with children working with straw and sheep and goats and ponies, and the odd chicken.