It is 23.09 as I type I have a bowl of granola and listening to what I know have identified as a Tawny owl squeaking at night in the garden. We have been out for an evening of 'Morris'. Tonights was a particularly good one. Partly due to not having to get up for guests in the morning, Partly due to someone showing me that the postcard and message I had sent them they had framed. Partly due to a cohesive group of singers and musicians. Partly due to me finding a corner of the pub where I could sketch. I got a negative critique but was so infused with rose wine I didn't mind.
Music and Song at the Lord Raglan
Pen and Watercolour
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