Along the Laich.

Woke this morning full of vim and vigour and plans. Once I got up it all vanished and I lay on the sofa with toast and coffee reading and feeling that I wasn't going to move at all.  But by some miracle I went out to put some rubbish in the bin  and picked up secateurs and a trug.  Did quite a bit of cutting back and then took myself out for a walk.  I'm spending too much time photographing so walked from the house with my compact not sure I'd find anything but, not only did I find a shot on the Laich which runs between Falkland and Newton of Falkland, I walked the furthest I've gone for a couple of months.  Fingers crossed there will be no complaints from my knee.