Tyger

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Can you see what it is yet?
It's a soft day -damp mizzle and getting mizzlier. We worked in the morning then went out for a blow. The mizzle got thicker but the tide was out and there were things to be seen - a trio of naughty sheep who'd found themselves on the wrong side of the fence; the turquoise flash of a kingfisher; wood anemone clustering at the edge of a stream; fat red tulips in a window box; two men, a tractor and a rope trying to bring down a tree; and a small buddha sitting in a very green garden.