Dreich Sunday

It never really lightened up today.  The washing that I hung out yesterday, while it was dry and blowy, has lain lank on the washline ever since.  I was so exhausted after the polling duty and the early morning walk, that I crashed out at 6.30pm last night, and slept right through until 9.30am this morning!

I had weird dreams of a biker gang being holed up in my spare bedroom, and various other improbably scenarios.  Was mighty relieved to wake up and find it all a product of my imagination.

Took the dog out wearing my full wet weather gear, then went into Perth to visit Mum for a bit.  On my return to the village, I stopped to snap these girls and boys standing wetly in the field at the end of my street.

And tomorrow is Monday, so back to the grindstone.