I'm sitting at my wonderful new desk, looking out at the Dorset drizzle. Someone with bright turquoise hair just cycled by, matching handbag waving on her back. How dare the rain fall on such a spectacle?
Double River Falls. Of course, we dived in and climbed up the fall, where the icy water pounded my shoulders. Then the rain came down, warm and gentle by comparison. We walked all the way back in pouring rain and the road became a brown river.
There are some good shots that are only in my head because I wasn't quick enough or hungry enough with the camera- An ancient heavy STEAM roller stuck deep in the forest, a police van speeding down the road in Santa Cruz with five marijuana trees hanging out of the back, people and signs and goats.
Her name is Sans Souci, and she adores everyone.