dawn

The last couple of nights, Alice's continuing bronchial cough (sympathy, sympathy) has meant that I've been sleeping in the guest bedroom - extremely comfortable, indeed, and in a strange way I can see why the previous owners had it as their master bedroom - it feels, somehow, very tucked away.  But you don't see that early morning sunset glow on the hills - instead, it's dawn, the real thing, with sun.  But before the sun's up - the lightening sky, with the window bars, and the leaves, looks very like William Morris trellis wall paper.  I'll ask you to take that last comment on trust - somehow I haven't yet managed to take a photo that captures the luminosity enough for that to be convincing as a claim ...