Hairy Coo Chic

I was out at my folks in West Perthshire, ostensibly to see my youngest brother and his gaggle as they were down from Orkney for the school half term. However, it was a gorgeous day and I took off with Alex to seek out sloes from a spot next to the Muckle Burn I'd not visited in 20 odd years.

Fun that even after all this time, the route finding is acutely accurate and eerily unerring.

I heard him giggling as I gave him a piggyback ('piddlypop' in nearly 2 year old speak), and pointed the camera behind me and snapped away; an lo! One of these resulted. Such a happy looking lad.