olive tree bark..

I thought this would be good for abstract thursday, but then remembered I am a day behind myself and this was taken Wednesday. So it's just a nice bit of bark. We met the new, startlingly efficient, estate agent in the morning. Packed, drove to airport - so few flights leaving at the moment, the airport was practically empty and a delight to sit around in. Arrived Gatwick at more or less the same time as big Sussex dump of snow. Waited and waited for luggage, waited and waited for car return. Snow, sleet, chunks of more or less stationary traffic, slowly up an icy hill bordered by abandoned cars, down into Brighton, home along the clear coast road.