As I walk up Grove Hill Road, a woman in an invalid buggy rides past me on the pavement; she is dressed in pink with a white hat, and we exchange smiles. She looks pleasingly cheerful as people in buggies often do.
When I look due south out of the window this morning I spot, beyond the trees, what looks like a massive dark hillside which seems to have grown up overnight. It is a bank of early morning cloud standing out against the brightening sky. A few minutes later it has shrunk to a mere stain.
On a chimney stack I spot a two-headed pigeon. It is two pigeons in profile, beak to tail.
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This description of cloud is - I think - unusual for the morning. I have seen many such hillsides or mountain ranges in late afternoon or early evening: over the rooftops in the West, a land no-one has visited.
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