Reflect trees

The view of these trees reflected in the water of the harbour just caught my eye.

The day started with a visit to Lynda's ashes at the top of the glen, on the day which would have been her 55th birthday. I planted some of her favourite daffodils and we all had a few tears and remembered her fondly. Brother A has been an amazing survivor and carried us on that journey, ably assisted by Margie. Thanks to you both from all of us.

We then headed off to scout out a place to put our new boat and the rest took off into the hills.

A fantastic meal and another film on ceiling, a bit too much Rye and a very late night.

A very fun night.