A damp day with a grey sky

Waken amid the slow morning thought processes available only to the simple sinful. Get up and wash, the cave is cool.

Teeth, electric toothbrush, defuzz, electric buzz.

Caves are slightly damp in spring, not wet, just the condensation of the warm air from outside in the cool interior.

It is the morning to leave into the normality of home, the long drive back across France, across Baden-Wuertemberg, and back to Landshut.

A damp day with a grey sky