Saturday, 12 December 2015

Mizzle


The day I took these pictures I learned a new word: my Cornish friend Mimi held out a hand to the rain and declared it a mizzle--somewhere between mist and a drizzle.

 The poor, wet pigeon

A walk along the River Avon 



 It was a cold, wet day, one of my last in Bath. I took a walk to say goodbye to the city. I find goodbyes just as important as hellos, because they mean you agreed to an end.


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