Bumpa's Desk

A close-up of the desk I moved into my room at home on Friday, to contrast the last two days of city views. The desk belonged to my Grandad's dad, who we called Bumpa because my mum couldn't say "Grandpa" when she was little. It has a leatherlike top, complete with a bullet hole where he once accidentally shot it. My mum suggested replacing the leather, but I like the history.

Busy day, and shattered from yesterday's adventures, but it's been good. Lots to think about.