Textures

Lutterworth, on Saturday. Believe me, you wouldn't want to see my pic of the aurora borealis tonight! Trouble is, you can't actually see the aurora in it. But I saw a green lit cloud. And a glow in the sky. (There was no silver spaceship, and no Neil Young, but a dog approached and sniffed me).

That was my excitement for the day: stumbling around Stroud after dark, startling a fox and discovering footpaths lost in time. The rest was more typical Monday-in-Stroud.
Tomorrow, my dears,will be Tuesday, unless the spaceship arrives first, or CoVid Peroni strikes and wipes out the west of the week.