On Monday, I saw a small family of hedgehogs with needle sharp quills trying to find shelter from the rampaging, ramduction children. A wall of spikes ready

On Tuesday, I thought about the snow white deer. Sleeping will the sun stands tall and plays as the moon walks away.

On Wednesday, I felt the flint wall, some as blunt as your finger and some knives sticking out. The leftover flint from the flintnapper.

On Thursday, The marketplace  a maze of sounds. The place plunged with noise from buyers and sellers.

 On Friday, I walked down mister G’s to get a takeaway. The mall of food to go and buy from to get fridays dinner

On Saturday, I ran parkrun. Overtaking the redwood; I saw the trees wave to me; and heard the ducks cheer me on. I ran as fast as a cheater on the sprint finish

On Sunday, I thought of a fort and a forest, a town and a tower, a cave and a cavern, a mountain and a memorial,  heaven and hell, a school and a square and a flintnapper napping.