Pile of tyres

It was so refreshing to get out for a blip-hunting walk this morning once I'd completed the mountain of ironing that had accumulated. For a long time my Sunday morning routine has been getting the ironing done while listening to Steve Wright's Sunday Lovesongs on Radio 2, then phoning my friend Gill for a good chinwag over coffee.

Clouds were looming, so I got out before the rain came back. On the way down to the river, hoping I might blip some sheep, this pile of tyres caught my eye, stacked up in the yard beside the local garage in Balfron. I just liked it and the pattern of stripes in the lovely green field behind.