Some old barrel

Saw this on the way home - some old barrel up by Knockhill race course next to pretty purple weeds.

My wee gran collapsed last night - luckily it happened at my aunt's house and not her own. She's in hospital now and they're doing tests. She can be a cheeky madam when she wants to be - and my aunt C's getting the blame (for everything).

Apparently, she threatened to do a bunk if they try and keep her in for much longer. She's always been a character - and we all have funny stories to tell. When I was little we used to walk her dog and she'd wear a full-on brown wig as a hat. That's just a wee flavour. I can still smell it - an odd memory, I know - we used it for dressing up.

Over and out.