Curves in Stone

Home alone but with a carte blanche to do as I liked, which turned out to be a catch up with the first born just back from holiday and not yet returned to work, an expedition for yet more buttons and a trawl through a shop to buy stocking fillers for a son on foreign soil whose disbelief in Santa Claus is suspended on Christmas Eve.

With hardly time to turn around, there is more socialising this afternoon with an older friend ( there are very few of those left!) who is wonderful company and will have me laughing till I wend my way home to prepare a meal for the 'lad o' pairts' newly returned from the hills.

I'm hoping to beat the heavy rain which is forecast, but I'm not sure he and the 'Last of the Summer Wine' will have been so lucky. although wet man smell is so much more acceptable than the wet dog one.

Every time I walk down the bridges I blip these stone balustrades which have a distinct womanly shape, but I never post them. Today is their big day.