All is Not Lost

Goodness how the mornings are fair drawing in! It won’t be long before I’m walking down to the bus in Princes Street in the dark again. I’ve become used to the light, sunny warm mornings and don’t relish reverting to autumn and winter mode. The streets were wet with an almost imperceptible drizzle at first light but by the time I reached the beach the heavens had lightened and the sun was trying to force its way out from  behind the clouds. There was a motley gathering of ladies at Groyne 5 not all of them BlueTits but there must have been 9 or 10 of us 8amers bobbing about in a calm sea with no wind and thankfully no jellyfish.

Jude, one of the ladies and a Fringe Witch in her spare time although she’s now redundant on that front, kindly gave me a hurl home without casting any nasty spell on me. It meant I was desanded and showered in time to meet my school friend of Ivy fame in Söderberg for some random chat and gossip.
Meanwhile all this social fiddling while Rome burns and dust takes over the house is not good. I will have to get a grip very soon not least because there is a Selkie coming a-visiting soon I hope. I wouldn’t want her to get the wrong impression.