Monday, 1 June 2009
March or Die!
We were walking along in companiable silence when I noticed that I was mesmerised by my feet. Specifically, the wee puffs of dust that popped up with every footfall.
the heat rising", said The Boy.
"Aye. It's all a bit Foreign Legion", I replied.
Grinning, we strode on; the miles back to the car disappearing under our dusty boots.
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