Friday, 18 April 2008

Not a scene from Hitchcock's movie



The weather here continues to be whimsical... rain is a regular visitor and the sky is filled with clouds of various shapes and forms most of the time.

Out in the field, a cloud of a different kind covered the sky every now and again. But that one didn't consist of condensed vapour but of flesh and bone and sinew and blood and feathers and a number of small brains.