Clay day

The wet winter made a heavy job for the plough. The clay drying out cracks and stands hard in the drying sun. (Well when it does shine in scotland).
Out and about in the countryside of the Carse of Gowrie, I even managed to pick up a present for a colleague's 60th Birthday. (On my break obviously). Some lovely Primulas in new varieties, from a very well known( in the area) Garden centre, where they also do a very good lunch.

Had a good day at work and managed to upset big bro again, thrice.
Just mentioning SAGA, vetting his "friends" and photoshop, seemed to make him a tad touchy.
I can't imagine why :-)