Switched clock sunlit chair

There was early sun here catching this oldish chair we have. Unfortunately it is not the one that The Principal brought back from Italy in her early days as a university lecturer sticking out of the sunroof of her Fiat Panda all the way from Florence with her parents sitting on the back seat holding on to it for dear life as there would have been a story to tell there. Had it been that chair it might have included the story of the outward journey where the turn to the St Bernard Tunnel was missed and herself drank tea with the somewhat surprised Italian border guards at the top of the entirely deserted Petit St Bernard pass through the Alps.

Meanwhile I put up a last blog here - a reinterpretation that seems about as good as I can get it regarding the Blipfoto story.  I called it, 'Barking up the wrong tree?'

The weather is a bit warmer and the pond is churning with toads and newts.