The Red Bucket

There's a leak in the roof somewhere. No-one's been able to track it down in the 18 months since we all moved in here. That red bucket stays there all the time. Or a yellow one. Drip... drip... drip.

Last of the evening classes for this session tonight, with a group of keen, like-minded individuals jumping into pixel pushing their way around the digital darkroom. Was great to bounce along on the journey with them, and, as it always does, showed me again that it's never too late to try out something new, with one young at heart octogenarian especially fearlessly venturing on to the Macs and into Photoshop for the first time along with the best of them. Brilliant.