Patches

Oh dear: sun's setting; no time to go out looking for a blip before the light is gone . . . that's what I get for playing dulcimer after walking the dogs this afternoon, after listening to Bells on Sunday and The Archers, after a long Mass this morning, after a leisurely bath after getting up at six this morning.  Too many afters?

       I believe I've Blipped Patches only once before - and that one was blurry.

       I wasn't 'alf chatty on this date last year.