The house in the bay, light fading.

The early sun disappeared behind a bank of cloud and never came back. I walked down to the bay with the night falling. The 'house in the bay' is newly painted, catching the light bouncing up from the sea. That's France on the horizon.

The first beds in the garden are dug. If the weather holds I'll do more tomorrow. Even though so muted, the lights bears a certain hopefulness.

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