Wondering, as I put the finishing touches to home made cards.
Stubborn ink and paint on my fingers as I make a cuppa.
The whys and wherefores of this strange season whisper wayward.
Suddenly, one runs up too close, shouting.
And the deluge disorientates.
Time for walkabout.
In a graffiti doorway, a smashed pink umbrella with bamboo design.
It did not survive yesterday's storm.
Young gulls turn stones, expectant.
Three surf skimming Cormorants head out.
They overtake the speedboat.