It's getting light later in the mornings now, and for the last few days when I've stepped out of the door to take Toby for his walk, the sky is suffused with pink. This morning was no different - I wish I'd had my camera with me. There were dove-grey clouds in front pale blue and pink sky, all chopped up and far away. Perhaps there's a breeze up there, but it was quiet, very quiet, and still in our streets. No-one else was out, except for a solo dog walker and a teenager who whizzed past on a bike.
Here's a photo I took on Sunday, of a colourful corner of our neighbourhood:
Put together by Bev, an expatriate Canadian art-historian quilter and editor, and James, a returned native and aviation writer, this is a channel for our far flung friends and family.
Oh, and Toby the dog, of course.