And twenty four hours later, there was light . . .

The world is full of wonders! Look at the sky this morning!  Earth and heaven distinguish themselves by a different union, with magic clouds whispering overhead.  Bronzed by this blaze of light, denied to the absent camera club – poor souls – our spirits lift, our heels kick up, Newman gnaws his seaweed and Barnaby runs amok, for a while at least!