Ten Shades of Colour

Pulled a muscle in my upper back before I had even ventured out of bed this morning.  Easing now, but moving my upper half gingerly.

My Cornish grandad's birthday today.  He would have been 111 but died aged 56.  I still remember the last walk we had together one summer's evening from Redruth up the back lanes to St Day and Gwennap Pit.

I had a walk this morning and the sun shone briefly, very.  Lots and lots of snowdrops in the woods but acrobatics were out so none of my shots were good enough.  Instead I got out some lovely coloured fine pens and considered faffing until I got 50 Shades of Grey.   That didn't work either, so this is today's contribution.