Bright, mild and very blustery here chez Casa Reynard.
I slept well, but had a VERY disturbing dream. I think that's the reason I feel as though I've not really slept at all. So I've had a gentle morning catching up with stuff, but I will need to haul wood and top up the bins this afternoon. Was thinking of getting the chainsaw out and bringing down some dead branches I've spotted, but it is far too windy. I'd rather wait for a quieter day weatherwise so that I can drop large lumps of tree in safety.
That autograph is still puzzling me - running it through photoshop alongside examples from both brothers was inconclusive. My historian friend says the collection it's in appears genuine which is good, but the seller is a dealer, not the the person who originally acquired the autographs, and doesn't seem to have any additional provenance. I think I shall download the photos for future reference and just keep an eye on the item for now.
I think though, that this highlights both the beauty and frustration of what my friend and I do. We're both experts within our respective fields of motor racing history, but every day is a school day, and even then, you still have to hold your hands up and say "I need more information."
Anyways, it is time for luncheon, and I has a hungry.