Lust for rust...

Is there perhaps a subtle symbolism in my feeling a little blog rusty after a week's quarantine, or is there some other reason rust seems to jump at me wherever I look at the moment?

The car boot sale season has kicked off here in the UK, and even if last week's only find was an old Fortnum & Mason basket for £ 3, the steam fair offered a few more tables of glorious vintage patina (read: ravishing rust...).

These delicious dragons duped me with one rusty glance, and the fact that they are cast iron, VERY heavy, ex-stands for a belfast sink, did not deter this stubborn Swede. Smiling through clenched and slightly sweaty teeth, I happily carried them around the steam fair for another few hours.

Why? Because I am in lust with rust...