Away.
Some say away with the faeries.
Some say searching for the lost curlews in the goyt.
I’m sort of back now.
For a bit anyway.
Away.
Some say away with the faeries.
Some say searching for the lost curlews in the goyt.
I’m sort of back now.
For a bit anyway.
Well snap. Can’t put my finger on my own absence; some unexplained matter of temperament, ot the weather, or fall out from the small mountain of cowsh the farmer has dumped up wind of us. Welcome back.
Good, yes, welcome back. from wherever-you-have-been.
Thanks both of you. I have found the Curlews by the way. And loads of lapwings.