Pagan

Ready for solstice.

Claire heads to Kinghorn at lunchtime. I head into town late afternoon. First stop, Jane Street to return one of Matt’s amps. Then Porty for bridge.

Em’s cooking moussska. Tony arrives from Glasgow, tired. Ailsa arrives from Lochend, exhausted, having grabbed 45 minutes kip. We eat, drink, play. We even manage a halting video call with Ang and Leila in south east Asia.

And, some time after two I fade into some cushions on the floor.