Gormenghast

Morning has broken

Okay, the sun has clearly been up for a while, but it still has an early morning feel to it as it slants through the trees and illuminates the east wing of Gormenghast castle.

I hum a Cat Stevens song, then remember that he's a terrorist or something, so I stop. I tell this to the dog, but again she doesn't get the irony. Or sarcasm, or whatever.

First tea

It's still quite nippy, and a hot tea is most welcome. It cools off rapidly in the metal camp mug, and sometimes needs reheating on the Coleman, right in the mug.

But not this morning, I inhale it before that becomes necessary.

That's it, we're done here. Back up next weekend, maybe.