Getting the Gist

It was a slow and sleepy Sunday for the most part… no-one surfaced, apart from me, till well after eight. It is still very cold outside, and the damp, icy mist is lingering over the countryside. Gubs is off to town this morning to meet some friends so they can work on his film project for A-level, and I had to show him how to top up the screen-wash in his car before he left. V and Tara went out shopping, and I went for a drive, too, to see if I could find my daily photo. I had to go further than I expected… all the way into Canterbury. I noticed this bit of wall art in Kingsmead as I was driving past and made a detour so I could park nearby. Unfashionable as they are, I really do like the occasional colour-popped monochrome image… they’re a bit of a guilty pleasure. I can hear the camera club gatekeepers sharpening their pitchforks from here, though, so I will move swiftly on…