Spiky

Actually, it was more fluffy to touch.

A busy day today, with an early trundle round a new garden centre in Erkine, which is linked to the charity for ex-service man and women - a fine cause. The Vanishing Willows cafe there is supported by Nick Nairn and we enjoyed a suitably pretentious cake. There was a motorbike rally nearby next to the Erskine home, so we took a brief drive up to see if I could get a blip of a hairy biker on a Harley Davidson but the parking was shocking so I came away with an empty camera.

The afternoon was spent having idle inane banter with my brother-in-law. Needless to say, I have a pain in my side from laughing; he is a true gem with real weegie humour.

I have lost my blip mojo just now. Perhaps it's lurking somewhere in the undergrowth by these spiky-fluffy plants.