Somebody once told me that the people who make the best classical guitars in the world, leave a small imperfection somewhere in their masterpiece, unseen unless you look closely.

It’s been a strange week of weather here. A few days ago the most incredible double rainbow formed over the neighbourhood where I live, the sunlight fighting for space through cloud and drizzle.

As the Sun Fades

What are these things lying beached on the shore after a storm? What is the mystery here?