Smoke Signals
Wednesday. Heavy rain first thing, and very cold outside. The kitchen was pretty hazardous too—a miasma of aerosolised cayenne pepper filled the room; Milo had been cooking breakfast after an early gym session. Work passed quickly—one of those nice days where the afternoon remained quiet, and I could escape a little earlier than usual. The weather changed dramatically, offering gorgeous sunny blue skies and fluffy clouds for the latter part of the day. Once I got home, I hit the lanes for a walk and took this photo, looking over the fields towards Church Whitfield. Monty, Ken, Dash and Milo all went out to the gym in the evening. I made another nice soup for supper, and got an early(ish) night.
