Most people look forward to going home. I have neither a home nor can I look forward to getting there. Especially on a Friday.
So for this one I had camp dinner at sunset:
Then arrived by the sea an hour too early. After eye treatment in hospital, it would have been lovely to have been able to return any time and to look forward to it. Instead, I ran down the hour taking photos.
Like that one. Hardly well spent, but there it is.
So thence to 8.30pm, finally, after a long day waiting for it to come around. I took the risk on this one because the neighbour came down the week prior and I thought maybe two weeks in a row might be too much – usually I do the drive by after 9.30pm – and it paid off. No one home next door.
I could pull in and stay in the place for which I pay rent.