Pictorial blethers

By blethers

Noticing changes

I wonder if we'll get any more summer weather before next year? Today was ... wet. Wet with a splash of dry while we were out in the afternoon, and I think that may have been more a case of choosing the right place than the rain going off completely. In fact, if we'd not run out of bread, requiring me to get a loaf going in the machine in time to have it for lunch, I might just have stayed in bed with my book - and your blips, natch.

This morning was rather different from usual, in that Himself was out meeting a (new) friend for coffee. I don't think I can remember this ever happening before; I do think that it's an excellent thing for chaps to do without wives in attendance. I spent some time on the phone to my sister and then cleaned the shower in the main bathroom. I don't know where all that black gunk comes from  - I mean, I do actually know but wonder why there's so much of it these days, lurking in crevices and in the whorls in the hose to the hand-held shower. Is it something about the water?

Very late in the afternoon we roused ourselves to go out - the combination of the weather and the exhaustion Himself felt after some concentrated socialising somehow accelerated the speed with which the afternoon passed. We decided to risk the road we refer to as "The Pensioners' Mile", a section of the old road on the approach to Benmore Gardens - a good wet afternoon walk that we were put off by the number of uncontrolled dogs we were meeting along it, their owners trailing in their wake. So it's been a while, and there had been changes. The biggest change is the subject of my photo. We used to walk past a sign saying "woodland for sale", and then it vanished, and now ... suffice it to say that this was once thick forest with the burn running through it and now your guess is as good as mine what will eventually become of it but it sure ain't forest now. 

We met only one small dog, I'm happy to say, and managed not to get particularly wet. And apart from that - nothing. Quite a tedious day, really, resulting probably in quite a tedious blip.

Could do better ...

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