Thursday, 20 July 2017


THE SMELL of pure gum turps is wafting through the lounge  room - i've finally picked up the brushes again.  It's 6.30 and  can hear my airbnb guests stirring.  they're here for a week, my longest yet.
i just got up to put a log on the fire and the moon is peeping out at me through the trees.

YESTERDAY WAS SO WINTRY - the cormorants were all sitting bleakly on the fallen trees, i wanted to knit them all jumpers
i did manage to sneak up on them in the cold, then they spotted me

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