Heavy showers
“You must be psychic,” he said, emerging from the workshop with my three photos in hand. “I may have them finished by the end of the day.”
I laughed and explained that I was only here for the frames, but would be delighted to pick up the framed photos later. They weren’t ready, of course, but if I have a late start one day in the week they should be ready at any time after Tuesday lunchtime (he has finished the largest of the three).
Anyway, I wandered off to nearby Spooner Row. I’d caught sight of the chapel when I drove past last night, en route to the field of rape, and had thought it looked interesting. Perhaps the light was still too poor but I suspect I’d misled myself.
Heavy showers
I’m happier with “Heavy Showers” in an abstract sort of way.
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