An Eight Red Kite Day

Dawn turned up at 8am this morning. I couldn't stay around to make her breakfast, however. I was off up the M4.

I would have loved to have had a fossick around this 13th century church in Swallowfield - so inviting with its flint walls and half-timbered porch. 

But the door of All Saints was locked and there was no note to indicate where a key might be found.  

Never mind. I saw six red kites on the way home, to add to the pair I'd spotted on the way up. At home I discovered that Breadcrumbs is featured in Writing magazine, in an article about my wonderful publishers, Ronnie Goodyer and Dawn Bauling of Indigo Dreams, along with Mab Jones's new collection.

And Ted was chuffed with his doggy bag of garlic bread. An Eight Red Kite Day.