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Realism / Vasily Polenov/ Chapel on the banks of the Oka

 

Got up to Kingston reasonably early, spent the day chatting.  Ate far too large a pulled pork sandwich from one of the local dives (The Grubhut is excellent) and then chatted more.  Went to sleep after eight and then woke up around seven.

Sitting at a different kichen table, beating away at the same old beast laptop.  Rain is coming down pretty steady on Mike and Myra's metal roof and Hazel is sleeping on the floor a couple of feet away.

Probably no screed for the next couple of days, going to spend some time on the prologue and chapter one.  I will publish these here as I get happy with them.