Still experimenting with the coffee skirts, the possibilities seem endless but while I am intrigued by what is happening, no one way has grabbed me. And when I can't "see" anymore I go back to photographing the bottom of the coffee cups. The cafe in the village has been very kind, saving them for me; the only problem is they have been washing them out. I explained what I was doing and now they look at me with big smiles on their faces. Not sure if I haven't just claimed village idiot status.