Five a.m. this morning...
It was way too early to rouse myself for a walk with my big dog Mick, but clearly it was urgent.
Out we went together into the quiet darkness of the early morning.
No birdsong, no wind sound, no commuters passing on the road...
No one but sleepy Mick and Rose.
From behind thick mists at the western rim of the valley, a big, full, veiled moon was watching us... like a golden eye as blurry as our own.
