I wasn't expecting visitations this August.
I wasn't going away, and whilst abandoned by the holidaying everybody-else, I'd dedicated the month to stuff ... a print project, this blog series and painting 'Living on this Isle'.
That should have been enough.
Domesticity has gone by the board.
My kitchen is calm - one filthy plate, one dirty spoon, one crusted pan - you get the idea; the rest, clean and cupboard stowed.
I know where I'm going and I go nowhere else. I can see my trails through the dust.
My dairy has emptied and I can wing it - in whenever, out for as long as - food on the hoof.
I've no-one here to talk AT me so I can talk to anyone.
Or so was the plan ... but the dust is raised, September is early and I ran from pillar to post painting as an after-thought.