What happens when you park...

..under the trees. 

I cycled out to Musselburgh for a gentle afternoon ride. 

I picked up some sea-glass and watched the people walking their dogs. It sorted of rained for a bit, but then stopped. 

When I got home I noticed that I have acquired a few freckles. I am now yawning and wondering when I can retreat to bed with dignity. 

This car is parked in my street, under the tree.