Mr Smith

By MrSmith

The Esk

While Mrs S was being pummelled I took a wander around the honest toun. The usual summery combination of lovely vistas and feisty alfresco drinkers.

Earlier, I’d surprised myself by swimming fifty lengths at the pool.

Later, I picked up Osh, Ruby and Hannah from their visit to the Goblin Hall and came home via Blinkbonny Woods. On the way we herded sheep then played Miles Davis to a field of cows.

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