Rain-blurred 🌧 #4

Self-isolation doesn’t look quite so grim when you’re lucky enough to have somewhere like this to escape to 🌱 🌱 


‘Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this thought of mine looked, the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth cooking and eating.’ 🍁 🐇  — Virginia Woolf; ‘A Room of One’s Own