Cycling to town, we ride through the rain…
A stop to dry off with a lipwetter at the pub and then off to have a delicious lunch.
The sun returns, a cycle back past the smokehouse…
and the evening begins…
Beautiful morning shadows in the blinds… “Hey, why doesn’t someone say this dull black and white should fall away Please, tell me it’s not just me Can’t wait until we’re all bright grey… Bright grey” Joe Jackson