Mud, mud, glorious mud!

Thinking of you all today wherever you are.
Finding sanctuary on the estuary and in the hardware shop before diving into kitchen duties.
A quiet day amid the feasting and enjoying a solitary walk at dusk.
Solstice winterlight and bookshop retreats.

Enjoying the railways with John Betjeman.
Finding a place to write so quiet that even my camera shutter disturbs the peace.

Finding a sense of home wherever one is.

Uprooted!

Watching the rainbow and wondering what the leprechauns have done with the internet.