Monumental day

We had a lovely long lie and eventually set out to walk to the village.

On the way we happened across an unusual occurance.
A flying frog had had a mishap on the road and mislaid her Frogspawn in the middle of it. AIME decided to pick it up (with his fingers) and deposit it in the ditch. Needless to say he was forbidden from picking his own sweets out of the poke after that little debacle.

But, Frogspawn, in February, on the northwest coast of Scotland????

We stopped at the War memorial mobile phone reception point. The sun was beaming down and this blip stuck me.

Y and Chrissie are both recovering from falls and broken arm/s, but with the loving care of their two daughters, they'll soon be knocked into shape and bouncing back to their normal wonderful selves.

After a powerwalk back to the house, we had a visitors and a really fun evening.
Then the others arrived for the real weekend to begin.

I can't wait.

Night all.