down the back lane there are puddles,

huge amounts of water fell, flooded the abbey ruins.



branches blown , creaking twigs while rain

stays off a while. she is a new walking partner,

quite fast, no bother.



minds empty ,we look at each other,

at sheep a while, still moving forward.



there are some now, that do not come.



this is the back lane, still

much the same.



sbm.