In the wooden bowl

A fun, but challenging, French dancing session this afternoon. Then home to say goodbye to MrM, who was playing fiddle at a ceilidh this evening.

Another grey day when it's difficult to find Blip inspiration. Until I looked at MrM's huge, and ancient, wooden bowl. It contains interesting pebbles and shells collected over the last 50 years from beaches all over Britain. The twisted piece of wood was found beside a Scottish loch, and has weathered naturally to a beautiful shine.