Vroom

Schizophrenic kind of day. Spent the morning pounding the keyboard, then a dash-about afternoon, returning our puppy lodger to his own home and collecting his mistress from Stansted.

The light was beautiful over East London and Essex in the late afternoon, but as I was driving there was no chance to point a lens skyward. So here is a favourite little model car, given to me by a friend. It is meant to be ubiquitous, but it looks rather Citroen-esque to me.