But, then again . . . . .

By TrikinDave

Arthur’s Seat.

It was my duty to take Herself to her patchwork group this afternoon, standing in for a friend who, very nobly, didn’t want to pass on her cold to anyone. I did have enough warning to put on walking boots and pick up a camera so that I could pass the time until the end of her meeting.
The Blip was from above the Swanston golf course in the company of a couple of hi’lan’ coos – see extra.

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