Scratch That Itch

My priority this morning was replying to a flurry of emails from my son about his future. He plans to scratch an itch that he has had for some years now. I'm pleased and proud that he's got the gumption to go for it.

He lives in southern Spain, last evening it was still thirty degrees and he was covered with gnat bites after taking his dog swimming in the river. Loads of itches to scratch.

I spent most of the day editing my concert pics and nipped out for an emergency Blip before it got dark. My horsey friend in the donkey field was having a lovely scratch on some boughs dislodged by the tail end of Gonzalo.