Sails of the unexpected

I was driving home at the end of an eleven hour working day, through the twisting Surrey Hills on an unfamiliar road that only a satnav could have taken me down, when this windmill suddenly appeared out of nowhere. So I stopped and photographed it.

You have to love windmills. They are mystically proportioned and connect with the earth and the wind, those underrated elements who live in the shadows of their more dramatic siblings fire and water. Don Quixote tilted at them, Michael Caine fought mysterious enemies in them, and Steve McQueen had them in his head.

Bloody busy day and a lot of time in the car as well. But I had some fun with colleagues discussing (variously) the cinematic history of bullshit, Stonehenge, Neurolinguistic Programming, the size of the cosmos and the possibilities of other life forms, and the difficulties of driving alpine roads when they are under three metres of snow.

Came home to find that the heroic TSM had made me a veggie chilli which tasted gorgeous.

Ah Friday night ... pyjama bottoms, red wine and the prospect of not having to get up until 7.00 tomorrow morning ... bliss