Contrails

It was very beautiful if cold as I arrived at West Dean this morning. There was ice on the fields and  some steaming in areas reached by the sun.

Screenprinting was more interesting as we added layers - see right - but by 4:30 I was whacked. Later this evening we went out to dinner with friends. I had forgotten the deep joy of debating politics over a delicious meal.

Last day of the course tomorrow.