Son and I were admiring them on the drive home tonight. The sky is definitely bigger and brighter tonight, and quite stunning. And just as we approached the undulating, narrow road to home the biggest, darkest, blackest cloud I've ever seen swallowed the light of the near touchable full moon as if Mr R Scott himself had drawn the curtain. Amazing and inspiring.
Now......
Do I really want to move to a proper Sticksville house, lovely as it is, that is a longer commute, entails more taxi journeys, is a snow/flood-in spot and that, on paper, is entirely impractical but means I could live in the middle of nowhere, in a quite beautiful valley, with running, walking and road/MTB routes on my doorstep and will allow me to have the chickens that I want and allow me to indulge in a little bit of dog ownership?
GAH! Goddam perfect house in the middle of nowhere!