A work of art.

A good time at the gym this morning, and the usual banter about who was going to pay (it was Cath) for coffee. David, the artist, was sitting in the coffee shop, doing his latest drawing of a baby boy, who's name is Bleddyn ( he has included it on his top)   Anne showed her photos  of her recent river cruise she went on with her husband. I arranged to meet J halfway to home, and I could feel big spots of rain, but it didn't come to much, which was lucky, as I only had a denim jacket over my gym clothes.