Basking

Day 3 of Not-Being-At-Home. 

Day 15 of Not-Being-At-Work. 

Suddenly, the sun appeared mid-morning.

By mid-afternoon I was sitting at the seaside working on my suntan. OK, I had to find a sheltered spot out of the wind, and I had 3 layers on, but *uck it, it’s April. 

I took a walk around Elgin in the morning. Its town centre is doing much better than Kirkcaldy’s in spite of a massive Tesco superstore just 150m away. 

My heart goes out to the small businesses who have survived the last 12 months and are now trying to restart. It boils my p*ss when I see people flouting the restrictions out of stupidity and/or selfishness, as if it has no consequences for others.

In the afternoon I had a walk along the shore at Findhorn, before plonking my lardy ar*e on a bench to soak up the rays. I chose badly however, midway between the Kimberley Inn and the Crown & Anchor as well as being downwind of both. The smell of cooking fish forced me to move on. 

The Blip and Extras are all from various parts of Findhorn.