A Cabbage in all its Glory

Stayed up to the early hours finishing my latest book, and then today, its been raining all day, grey skies, and difficult to find beauty - everything has been burnt brown by the heavy frosts and wind - at least it's warmed up a bit, and the rain is much needed.

The landlords have come from Lisbon to say good-bye - been sitting chatting by their warm fire - not going to be easy to start all over again, and though the flat is quite grand, I was really wanting something smaller and warmer - but too obviously the right place for us, for now.

There. I've had my moan; now will get back to looking for the positive and the beauty - even if it's a wet cabbage - which the Portuguese eat a lot of, by the way.