Gold rush

Another bright and crisp but very cold day. Himself was back in the bathroom - almost finished and ready for the painter and decorator to step in. And I was getting immersed in some extraordinary stories to do with the blessed lake I visited the other day - priests with haloes and miraculous powers, an amputation and some ferocious faction fighting . Incredible where research will take you - a blog upcoming shortly.

Covid -wise it's all getting rather depressing. I think we shall be following Scotland soon. A little glimmer of golden light needed, kindly provided by these rushes.
And I'm delighted that everyone loves tatty old windows as much as I do.