Day Twelve: April 8, 2014. 8.15am. A surprisingly beautiful morn captured by my crappy iPhone (sorry Apple – your camera still sux).
Temperature: A clear night, cool start. Cut-glass blue.
Greyscale: We’re not talking about grey here. No no no! Tis as blue as an E L James’s novel.
In E L James’s words: When the clouds did part, a radiance fell upon her dappled brow. She was free of him. Free of the fifty shades of grey.