grey-splashed

Updated: June 23, 2025

There on the horizon I could see shadowy sails on the steely sea-line. Near at hand there were the streets, and then the Close, with its comfortable canonical houses, in green trim gardens, spread out like a map at my feet. We looked down on to the tops of tall elm-trees, and saw the rooks walking and sitting on the grey-splashed platforms of twigs, that swayed horribly in the breeze.

Arthur Christopher Benson - The Thread of Gold