After the fire we had on Saturday night, could we expect anything else than smoke for Sunday morning?
I took a couple of steps to the left from the place where I had taken my very hot picture of the fire, and what did my camera see, if it wasn't smoke?
The abbey was still visible, but the buildings behind it were already partly hidden by the smoke*) left by the fire.
Later in the day, the smoke fell down over the town, luckily leaving us outside, and letting us continue with the gardening.
*) It's not really smoke, even if it looks like smoke. It's fog, coming in from the sea. A very cold fog, usually.
This is a half automatic message, I have a heap of documents, at least three inches high, if not more, on my desk, waiting for me to make it lower. There will not be much blogging today. Just work. Work. And more work.