An idle aside

Elne, France, 2005 Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fadesFor ever and forever when I move.Alfred, Lord Tennyson"Ulysses" My week has been all knitting and unpicking and writing, though thankfully not un-writing, and so today is just a "quote and a picture" day. A remembrance of sunnier moments, further…

A day off

Thursday sunrise As this has been a week where I feel like my head has been on holiday and I haven't anything to write about, I'm just going to offer a photo of yesterday's sunrise and some fitting words from Roy Wood in his days with The Electric Light Orchestra. Night turns into gold so…