bloke moves to france with confused partner and two barking-mad terriers
Monday, September 20, 2010
Morning and evening light
Visual proof that I've been not only watering the window plant thingies but also getting up at the crack of dawn (thanks entirely to Jock's barking at the 7am church bells - mercifully they're silent from 10pm to 7am) and still being sober enough to handle a camera at sundown (otherwise known as 'aperitif time').
Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.