Portrait ear

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening Hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.

It's day of mixed weather and low energy. At its height, Angus and I make it to Straiton to restock on milk and frozen rats.

The tunnel is looking great. The chooks are doing well. There's chicken curry in the pan.

Claire gets home late and sinks into a bath.