Waking too early I walk the dogs around the village, disorientated by early morning stars that pattern the sky in unfamiliar ways and surprised again at how quickly the world can come to light as it tips the sun back up into the sky.
Later I walk the dogs on the beach as the light begins to drain from the day. The time in between is spent drawing when possible, and making fishcakes. The recipe says, " put the fishcakes into the fridge and chill for an hour ". So, I am chilling out, and thinking of angels, dragons, nursery rhymes and a crown of hares.