Landscapes of Capability

Three hundred years of splendour revived.

My human's visited Italy in The Potteries on this warm atmospheric Autumnal day.

I needed the run to recharge my batteries.

"I sung of Chaos and eternal night" from Paradise Lost.

A foreboding end to the light of day and the drifting sound of my human and his guitar murdering Creedence Clearwater's Bad Moon Rising. Would dusk have felt pleasanter to Mr B's Moonlight sonata, I wonder?