Old College

All the elaborate plans I made last night to fill the hours of freedom today whilst His Lordship was away in them thar hills faded this morning in the cold light dawn.

There were enough routine jobs to get through first, and by the time they were completed my desire to go much beyond for the estate boundaries had waned to nought and I was happy to blip, draw and most importantly, knit a pair of breeks for a bare bear. Oh and there was desultory attempt to vacuum and tidy.
On an early outing to the cash line, I wielded by camera for the first and last time in this blip of the University Old College.