Wednesday 3 October 2018


Almost every day I walk at random in the woods in the common near us. And usually, in some places, I wonder at the rubbish around me - usually bear-cans, spoiling it's beauty. Today there was so much in one glade that I could not carry it all away. I suppose that chatting with friends with a bottle is more worthy than my solitary wondering?

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