Tree planter

Claire and I fly the kite on the beach. It’s harder than it should be, maybe because one of the struts is broken. The sun shines regardless, and we walk the town.

Back home, I have a long call with my bosses boss. Enlightening in some respects.

Then it’s time to finish off Ivan’s black pudding and settle down to The Dish.

Angus calls. He’s up a hill beside Loch Katrine, where he’s planting trees and staying in a caravan. He seems to be really enjoying himself.