Evening

A few pretty clouds out the back, which may or may or may not develop into a sunset. I kind of liked them the way they were.

I am sitting out for the first time this year, I've lit a fire in the washing machine and it's still and quiet. The fire is a bit reluctant to go - the wood's a bit damp - but the best ones are the ones which need a little coaxing. There's a few faint wisps of mist over the hills, and I have a glass of cider. What more could a body ask for?