Not blowing my own trumpet, but I am struck by how often I am transfixed by some piece of wood on my walk, drag it home and find it fits exactly in a worrisome space in one of my oeuvres. Yesterday I gathered a little stick only six inches long, which slotted into my headboard as if custom crafted. The week before it was a worm-eaten shillelagh which cosied into the side of my driftwood mirror frame, with a rare inverted angle.
Photos soon of the painted driftwood headboard, but now it is time for bed after the best kind of supper, with chatty friends, and our lunchtime visit to the Google campus, mind blowing, and not just the food – the ladies’ loo had heated seats and integral bidets.
Good fun after the hard work of the past few days.