time stops in winter

here.

we find it manageably quiet.

today we drives to conwy busy

with people making holidays

is lovely.

yet i cannot find it easy.

i buys the trousers i have wanted for such a long time

from the pound rail.

look at cakes as is my hobby.

talk about angels and return home.

quiet.

apart from the men laying tarmacadam opposite.

it smells nice as does the creosote from yesterday.

while the music plays softly.