Curiously…

….Black Hill is mostly red in its ploughed state.

Tattoo tonight, the musical one not the inked one.

Earlier, Nancy left for work and I sat reading the news and waiting for the roofers to come finish the gutters and down pipes. Surprisingly, they turned up and I scooted-off to the best municipal dump in the world with a smorgasbord of things to ‘recycle’.

Right now, I’m enjoying a seat in the sunshine in Market Square, Melrose and contemplating which route to follow on this afternoon’s Cycling with Nanas session.

The missing key is still missing and so has been declared permanently so. Replacement ordered.