Clear sky, bright moon

It’s cold when I get back from the dentist. I’m sluggish after chomping through a white pudding supper with too much brown sauce.

I stagger into the garden to shut in the chooks and can’t resist some timed exposures with my camera resting on the compost bins.

Then a bowl of ice cream as counterpoint to the peppery fruitiness of my tea. Last week’s episode of HIGMNFY.