Through the Brown Gate

The way into my new flat is through a brown gate in a brick wall. I share this entrance with my neighbours ( a couple ), who have turned the wee courtyard into a riot of colour with hanging baskets. It's a real pleasure to walk through.

I drove down there today to deliver a bargain 50's table I shall use as a replacement for my big old Victorian one. I managed to both get it into the flat, where it is a perfect fit for the spot I imagined it in and navigated the parking. That's a tight squeeze!!. Sure there will be numerous bumps and curses.

I solved the mystery of yesterday out-of -focus fish : I'd knocked the focus into Manual!!. How embarrassing.