Oak

There's a wonderful sturdy oak tree in front of the house. The leaves are illuminated by the street light and the sky is just turning inky blue.

I'm blipping after what I hope will be a soothing hot drink in the kitchen. I'm listening to the World Service and trying to practice my yoga breathing. I've been awake for many fruitless hours but, before it gets too light, I'm going to head back to bed. Maybe I'll have another couple of hours. I hope so as there's a busy day ahead.

It's really wet. I'm afraid that's today's forecast. The garden will be happy.