The one Mum thought was in black and white...

Edit: It's been pointed out that this title could be taken as an insult to my Mum's intelligence. To clarify, I mean nothing of the sort, it's just a reflection on the nature of the shot. :)

Saturday 18: Day 2 - It certainly wasn't the blue skies and paradise sun of more summery locations, but beautiful nevertheless. We wandered around Lake Dobson, then made fresh crumpets for afternoon tea. This was the night of our cheese fondue. Mmmmmm. No one could walk enough to earn that...

I started my book club book Under the Tuscan Sun and the next 24 hours were filled with me sighing and hurumphing my way through. Who describes themselves as 'permeable'? I mean, really?