A sight for sore eyes

My overwhelming image of today is traffic cones. From the Tamar to the Avon, in a rainbow of colours, I can still see them stretching into the distance whenever I close my eyes. If it wasn't cones it was "cone sticks" as B described them. If it wasn't cones or cone sticks it was sheer volume of traffic jammed into improbably narrow temporary lanes. I don't know how long the journey home took and I don't want to know.

We are home though. Bags are unpacked, and I rolled out my yoga mat and stretched and twisted some of the traffic kinks out. Tomorrow is Sunday, with the relatively simple goals of getting everything ready for school and finding the reading book that I put somewhere safe, when my mind was somewhere else. I really should learn to stop doing that. I rarely lose anything apart from school reading books.

The blip is taken on the front doorstep before the clouds and wind arrived.