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Waxing Crescent

As the days draw longer, I enjoy my evening walk more. On Monday I strolled along the edge of Cymbeline Meadows towards the sunset, to catch sight of the moon, waxing crescent as it rose. I respect the older trees; here long before me, here long after me, their constancy reassures me.

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Waxing Gibbous

The moon in the trees outside the cottage at 22:57 last night.

Yesterday, I discovered that the Nailsworth branch of the Cotswold Dogs and Cats Home shop is the place to be. As you’d expect, it’s a charity shop. It also happens to be the most-favoured one in town (there are several) – it’s full to the brim with funky donations and people. That can make inhaling a risk, but you just take a deep breath and dive right in. It’s well worth it. Who knew I needed sparkly flip-flops?

I spent a satisfying evening in my new footwear finery with the dogs. More proofreading (total word count since 1 July: 23,759) was followed by a lavender bath, and a bottle of Pecorino.

Under a moon 81% illuminated.

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