Sheltering

I was still awake at 1.30 a.m. with loose arm syndrome, pins and needles, a threat of cramp and an ear that didn't like being on the pillow and started to hurt.  Oh, and the usual red-hot feet.  In the end I decamped to the spare bedroom, and stared out of the window at the outline of the trees before falling asleep.

A large bottle of gin managed to fall into my supermarket trolley this morning.

It was very cool out this morning but I did take a trip around the wood, where the bluebells are really filling out, but I liked this one sheltering in front of, or behind, a tree.