Back to the frangipani as the early morning light was lovely and the street was quite on opening the front gates. The neighbours dogs eyes following me intently as I wander about in my tartan jim jams, no longer barking, no longer a stranger to them. I am quite sure their owners though are musing over coffees or teas at what on earth is the old duck's daughter at #13 doing out there again with that camera this early.
