Sunday, 11 July 2010
the kite flyers
To start with it felt like we were going on a bear hunt: a parade of seven children, three adults and two dogs snaked up the hill through the long grasses
but we were hunting a high place where the wind played away from the woods.
Hum and clatter of taut fabric caught in the wind
rush of air through the trees below us
squeals of exhilarated children
yaps of excited dogs