One more pink sky

I think I’ll look back on this last week and wonder what has happened to my diary.  I think I’m in that ‘wobbly’ pre-trip phase.

So far there is no sign of a pink sky this morning.  I’ve been reading Julia Blackburns account of Charles Waterton and wondering if he might form a new project for me.  Usually I can read a chapter of her book and then go back to sleep, but not this morning.

P.s I must find someone to take down the creeper.  The tapping on the window didn’t help me go back to sleep.