Roka rucksack going over the Forth Bridge

I seemed to fiddle about from one task to the next this morning, taking up trousers and deciding what to pack to take up to Fife.

The journey was fast - no stops after I got on at Alnmouth all the way to Edinburgh, then it was over the Forth Bridge to Fife where Jenny met me off the train.

We are working out cunning plans for our next 2 days at the festival. While she makes us a cocktail I’m trying to keep her Burmese cats at bay. (They know I’m not a cat person so delight in pestering me).

Nathaniel was persuaded to get his hair cut today. It looks a bit bedraggled without his long curls but it grows fast so he’ll look himself in no time.