Complexity in the simple

The person focussing on her car windscreen this morning with scraper and de-icer didn’t see her car roof until I got out my camera. I’d have taken pictures all down the road but I was setting off to a day’s course on Rhythm that I’d booked for us and our two offspring. It was fun to learn together for the first time since family workshop-type events at primary school but it was a mixed day. Daughter’s comment: ‘I’m less sure what rhythm is than I was when I went in,’ was a fair summary.

Sorry I'm still not commenting - I'm falling asleep on my keyboard instead.