Tuesday, January 17, 2023

Last page, walnuts and winter quilt.

1. And quite suddenly I hit the last page of a notebook that I haven't been getting on with. 

2. The smell of toasting walnuts.

3. The temperature is dropping: to spread the blue and white winter quilt over our bed.

Mist, no charge and well met.

1. Mist the colour of skimmed milk fills the Spa valley, drains and then fills it again. Here, the sky is clear blue all the way to the top....