Across the plains
The light was lovely as I picked up the poor wee sieve from the garage. She is yet to go under the spanner, so I drove into the hills to air out some of her dampness.
I stood and shivered for a few minutes watching the gathering of a small murmouration and thought to blip them, but Arnside and beyond is the master of them and as I turned for home, the panorama to Bishops hill and West Lomond drew my eye yet again and I make no excuse for that.
My dull headache continues to annoy and a day of rest didn't seem to help. Ah well, back to the Parental abode tomorrow and see what I can do about the weedkilled lawn patches, the last of the green tomatoes and the tram lined trouser ironing. That'll kill or cure it.