Bales

A family day, which I suppose is pretty reasonable for a Sunday.

My cousins from Lancaster were transporting their daughter (my God-daughter) to university in Dundee and were stopping off at other cousins' for lunch, so I joined them for that. Then it was into hospital in Glasgow to visit my step-mother. So it was evening before I got round to thinking about Blipping.

Thankfully, a field on the road from Stirling to Falkirk had some grazing hay bales and I decided they would have to do.