Mr Tickles Has Moved

It was a glorious day, warm and sunny.  It clouded over by teatime, and drizzle showers tonight.

It's been a day of training in the museum, and plenty of new procedures for Covid-19.  Looking like we should be ready for the public, and welcome people back.  Met friend Julie at mam's, and headed for a walk.  Ended up for a cuppa in sister Laura's garden this evening.   Feet up by the fire now. 

Mr Tickles has moved to mam's.   Sister Julie had to rehome him from Unst, and mam was looking for a new byre cat, as Puss in Boots is getting on in years.  On our way back to mam's, he was out for a walk, quarter of a mile away, so I carried him home again.  Happily sitting back on mam's garden wall again.  Taken at Aith, Cunningsburgh.