Mrs Smith and the Kangaroo

The sun was coming into the kitchen as we were all eating. Mrs Smith wasn’t very happy with the critique of her shadow play.

Earlier I’d knocked out another 40 Miles in a bizarre combination of sunshine and arctic blasts. Then written a proposal that needs to be submitted next week.

Later, a few of us watched the final of Portrait artist of the year.

Highlight was a rare (these days) family dinner.