The village is deep in the multi coloured autumn downfall. Villagers huddle round fires indoors, looking out the windows awaiting it to stop . Already a fisherman and his boat have disappeared beneath the deluge.
Portharthur slumbers as the nights lengthen and the cold comes knocking at the door.
Picts on the painting table , may or not put them aside for a little break.Hmmmm?
Moving day as always.
Jazzing up an old chessboard in a Ross M sort of vibe. Might try the Coffee Break rules on it.
Game last Friday. Too much rules chat, annoying sort of factors which sound to me like minus one if there is an R in the month and your granny is called after her auntie. Love ancients so, so off the rules . Barker speak has finally got to me!
Geese flying in formation on their seasonal journey.
Awful result.
I have been to Thun many years ago and I recall it as lovely. Currently having an internal debate about whether l want to go back and visit places I went years ago ( especially Iona, Interlaken and Lucerne) or should they remain happy memories. I don’t want them to be soo different, that they are strange to me In unhelpful ways. You know what l mean. Hmmm…




































