Frilly

But not thrill-y. Excuse me, I think I am suffering from another bout of cabin-fever. I am realising that being a dog-owner is a bit like having a small child as in, where can we go that he would like/behave well-enough for us not to be ejected. 

And now the rain has come. We attempted a walk at Kelso - we seem to be going round the rivers of the Borders. Plenty of them.  We didn't actually get as far as the water before the heavens opened and we turned back. I think Raf was as happy to get back in the car as we were.

Before that, we'd picked a bunch of sweet peas. They are flowering their socks off now, better late than never. I love them for their colours and their fragility, but most of all for their scent. I think I can remember them from my Aunt's garden in Perthshire, when I was six or so. They always make me happy!