All Twelve

I've never seen our little local stone circle look better, sparkling in the late afternoon light. What a difference from a few days ago. Never let it be said that I don't put the boat out for visitors. Despite being served endless wind and rain whenever I go see TJ on the Sheepshead, I selflessly laid on wall to wall sunshine and a day without a breath of wind for her reciprocal visit. And I just about managed to keep up with her on my one good leg. 

The day finished with a trip to see Martin Simpson play a wonderful gig in Otley. That man can make his guitar sing. It was good to be taken so completely out of myself.