Blank canvas

Bloody hell, that looks terrible. I drove to Norfolk this evening, arriving in time for dinner. The light was utterly fabulous for a good half of the trip including a spectacular sunset. So I need feel to bad about just having the blank canvas. The mud has gone, except for all over the doors where the hairy daughter scrabbles to get in. But maybe now she will get less horribly muddy and perhaps maybe will dig up fewer rose bushes to present proudly to me. I think the future includes growing lots of growing up very high and very quickly plants.

We discovered the hotel fire this evening. I stink of bonfires.