The flowery field.

Woke very early and couldn't get back to sleep. Came downstairs, made a cup of tea and swithered about going to Muircot.  Reluctantly decided that a fairly long drive and a couple of hours on an upright chair would be too much so phoned Margaret to let her know.  Surely by the next meeting in August I’ll be OK.  Spent the day lying on the sofa as usual feeling despondent and burying myself in a book. Eventually took myself off to photograph in the afternoon.  I noticed this field yesterday so went back and got myself in a fankle finding a place to park.  Goodness knows what I’ll be like tomorrow as I’ve walked about twice as far as I’ve done for ages.