From the bedroom window. I know, I post a lot of pictures taken from this location, but I do occasionly get out of bed.

Cowslips by the trail, a pile of sticks compiled by a pair of jackdaws determined to nest in our shed, and paint peeling from a wall in the same shed.

I still have a couple chocolate eggs left, slowly melting in my car. Slowly, as it isn't that warm here.

I went in search of me roots today, and came back with marraige and death certificates of my great grandparents, and birth records of their children, including…

cheating, because these were taken the same day as yesterday, which really weren't taken at all until the day after tomorrow.