Today I have been reading Man with a Blue Scarf. It's by Martin Gayford and it's about the time he spent sitting for Lucian Freud. Without sounding too much like a wannabe literature critic (something I am most definitely not) it's an interesting insight into a notoriously private man. What is it with our fascination with things forbidden and unknown? Maybe it's just me.
Most of today was spent in the garden. I climbed onto the roof (not as impressive as it sounds) to take some photographs of the bay because the october air was so clear you could see all the way to Trevose Head (30 miles away). That's quite a rare thing.