James on the Wall

It was misty and murky all day; the fog in the morning did not fully clear and became thicker as night fell.
 
The wool from yesterday is sub-standard and I have made a complaint. It was frayed and the first few metres consisted of small broken lengths of wool. I looked in my stash and though I had found a substitute colour to use, but my husband informs me that it is pink. I cannot see the blue end of the spectrum so I may have made some glaring errors in the past. I wonder if that is why I wear a lot of black!
 
Today’s picture is of James walking along the wall, before flying off into the orchard.