Friday 22.04.2016

Sweet and sour, hot and cold, very warm sun between showers of hail and perishing wind. So forget all that "hullo clouds hullo sky" Fotherington-Tomas stuff,

we practically cantered round just to keep warm. There were certainly the scents and sounds of nature that F-T loved, bird song and dramatic skies

but it was also good to get home, out of the wind, looking at it from indoors.

My mission this evening is to finish this:

but beware - it is a truly dangerous book. :)