By Another Burn

A monstrous Sunday breakfast/brunch courtesy of Hez and the lodger, followed sloth-like by a round of illuminating the house with bundle after bundle of LEDs.

Job done, then a couple of hours to kill as Euan rolled around in a muddy field being all American and that, so I wandered out into the middle of another muddy field I'd scoped out on a previous blip mission nearby, in which I'd spotted an old crumbling farmhouse being reclaimed by nature. Was hoping it would make for a nice photographic distraction. Was a bit too cold to hang around and tell.

Back for some more illuminating activities and to scrape the two pounds of mud I'd brought home caked to my boots.