The Kingston Crew left this morning. They are off to Arran for a week with Emily's godmother and her family. They have so much stuff packed into the car I hope the ferry doesn't sink under the weight.
I set to immediately on the laundry, it was a perfect drying day, sunny and windy. It's all done and the rooms are cleaned, and all I have to do is make up the beds and we are ready for Ali and the children when they arrive on Tuesday.
We took Raf for a walk through the forest at Swinnie in the afternoon. He had at least four dips into flooded ditches and chased dozens of butterflies (unsuccessfully). I managed to get a shot of a painted lady (extra). I saw a fair few, and just one red admiral and one small tortoiseshell - but there were hundreds of peacocks, I've never seen so many, flying up from under our feet.
I think Raf is missing the children - he's used to a busy house, and I think he finds it too quiet here. And the cats have been ganging up on him again. There's no outright aggression on either side, but they place themselves strategically and he won't venture past them. However he can always be cheered up with the odd stick to chase and a sneaky little chipolata sausage (I found some left over from last Christmas in the bottom of the freezer).