Today was a struggle to wake. My husband bounced into the day. I wish I had his exuberance for mornings.
I have a story from yesterday which amused me. Our lovely tenant requested some bamboo. It is prolific in the garden. I looked forward to seeing what was going to be crafted. How naive of me. It was foraged and eaten. I should learn not to presume.
Tim and I had a wonderful afternoon with his mum. She is inspirational. I adore where she lives right on the edge of the cliffs. The weather went from sunny and warm enough for a wander through her garden to thunder, hail and lightning.
Storm over Wendletrap
Watercolour
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