A red red rose

A day of getting on top of duties and chores; not unenjoyable, it must be said. After a visit to the maw, it was back to dry the tent, do washing, Hoover the gaff, mop floors, clean the bathroom. Domestic God, me. Whilst catching up on podcasts of course. I felt so virtuous I rewarded myself with a meet up for a beer with the daughter at The Raeburn. And a tiny port.