Yellow

Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah they were all yellow
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry...

Exactly a year ago, give or take a few days, I was leaving for a holiday in Australia. I was prepared to hate it. I wanted to hate it. I didn't. I loved it.

This is our driveway, and the way it looked when the car arrived to whisk us away to the airport. We returned four weeks later in the grip of Winter.