Mid-morning I was down by the river taking photographs of the Fritz Farm community building in beautiful bright sunlight … as I stood there a hush descended over the bay and dark clouds covered the sun. Suddenly a beam of light broke through and illuminated the building. A small green creature descended to just above the roof and sprinkled pixie dust. “That will do nicely” boomed a voice from above before the lights receded and the skies cleared to let the sun through again.
Wonder what that was all about?