Fast Lady.

Friday is coffee morning day at The Old Lady's church and, once she's up and running, there's no holding her. For a blip, it's a difficult assignment, she doesn't see to well so I have to be in front of her to see her across the side roads. Standing in front of her concentrating on a camera is to risk life and limb, from behind you have to be going at a steady gallop for the picture and then accelerate past ready for the next hazard. Out of the six shots I managed, only three were shake free and they could all have done with a little less exposure, hence her hair owes a little more to Persil than usual.
Tomorrow, it's back to Bonnie Scotland and normality or, as near normal as the TD household ever gets.