Whatever that means
… and another lunchtime wander looking for something being prettified by some sun and shadows. I’d noticed Bute House yesterday looking like it ticked those boxes until I was seduced by that damned motorcycle. Luckily, it was still there today although it a bit of waiting for the bloody buses to get out of the way and I was rather pleased that the traffic light fitted snugly into the doorway keeping it out of my photo.
Scanning tonight seeing as Mandy’s out. Ewan has drawn a couple of fine foxes (although he insists that one is a vixen) and Ellen has started her own book with an excellent angry apple. I think she’ll need her own journal.