Last night of a week’s holiday on the shores of Lake of Menteith with the bidey-in. Which has mostly consisted of morning forest walking, ducks, afternoon Wimbledon, raptors, good cheese, great beer, ducks, steam boats, evening catch-up movies (more of them later), red squirrels (aw!), geocaching and ducks.
Weather’s been typically variable for a Scottish July (ie swinging between sunburn and nuclear winter), but today has been perfect.
Next week it’s back to work, writing, BFS reading and woodchip stripping. But for now I’m chilled as fuck. Which is what holidays are all about.
ayeahmur 