Sunday morning. Escape to the dunes for psychological oasis.

Refreshed joined the decadent Easter Brunch in the kitchen.

Only yesterday but I can't remember exactly what else happened.

Ah that's right, the wonder of documenting every move reminds me that I cut out a pattern for Bridgeland flag - the bridgelady which someone told me looks like a rabbit - decided that's fine, the impossibility of translating and all that.

Like that I can't interpret many of the signs around me here, like those Pagan graves for instance, no idea what their shapes mean but obviously they have meaning.

Did some drawing and writing, hung out for cups of tea and chat with Fiona (seen here not having her picture taken at the Russian border), sang karaoke...