POWER

Taken from outside the guitar show this morning. I preferred this to sneaky paparazzi shots of silver ponytails or blurred shots of windblown small tortoiseshell butterflies near the car park. B sold just enough to cover the cost of the stand and our refreshments for the day, but not to pay for the extra guitar we somehow came home with, or the £2.50 each ice cream cones we bought from a van at a National Trust beauty spot on the way home. They were gorgeous, real ice creams though, and they had flakes, but when did they get so expensive?! Belts will have to be tightened; guitars will have to be sold...

A song for the journey there this morning.