Tom's woolly red hat

It has been a very relaxing and pleasant birthday. I had my final monthly massage from Rhona, who moves away soon, so she kindly gave me an extra-long going-over to keep me going, then I was treated to a lovely lunch in The Clachan by friend Alison.

Afterwards I popped down to Balmaha for a blip, but it was disappointingly overcast - see extra. The only bright thing on the horizon was Tom Weir's bobbly red hat. Do you think the statue is a good likeness? 

I have now poured myself a glass of Châteauneuf du Pape, which was a prezzie from P last time I house-sat, but I won't need much to eat tonight - maybe a bowl of the curried parsnip soup I made on Monday.

Cheers, my dears!