Somewhere in the south-east of Czech, a little town without much to say. Unassuming and hardly famous, but nice enough to spend some time there and tell you about it.

The wind was up and about and making itself known around my neck and ears, and even through my hat. Byron loves walking along the river, chasing otters and ducks that would never let him catch them, and making friends in the usual way.

Up in the apartment, overlooking a quiet street that leads to a quiet town center, Byron surveys his kingdom as dusk falls, looking out for potential competition in the form of pomeranians and other fluffy, non-threatening types. His watchful eye cast over all that goes on in the area, ensuring compliance with his wants.

All that the light touches is his kingdom.

The sun light burns to orange as the ball exits the zone, leaving long shadows and unrealistic summer hues on the gravel and trees, and granting me the sighs that speak volumes about what's important in my world. Sun light and open spaces being top among the listed things.

Although I prefer to curl up in the van and get my stove going, temporary apartment rentals aren't all too bad; at least they afford you the elevation necessary for a rooftop sunset photograph.

Nice to be moving again, even if not internationally.

Waning light on the river footpath. The river runs through the town, even and picturesque, flanked to the north by fields and further, by mountains.

Sundown.