Ballantine

Well the Revue wound up last night. The party raged on until the wee small hours. This morning's bump out was arduous and took most of the day in all. Somebody kept spinning the building around while I worked and as the storm raged on outside, with each clap of thunder my head nearly fell off. Can't think what might have caused that effect.

I was presented with a nice bottle of scotch at one stage in proceedings, last night. This afternoon it sat on the desk with my camera focused on the glass signature at the bottom of the bottle.

For me the Rhodo Festival is almost over. Starting tomorrow morning, I am making more time for photography. It has taken a back seat of late, I am afraid. No more.