September 19th
Off the train; voices in a garden. I look and see barbeque smoke.
Up the hill, more smells of outdoor cookery; further on, it blends with the aroma of the chip shop.
A beautiful reminder of the summer we never had.
Off the train; voices in a garden. I look and see barbeque smoke.
Up the hill, more smells of outdoor cookery; further on, it blends with the aroma of the chip shop.
A beautiful reminder of the summer we never had.