Memory Stick

I got home from my weekend break in Scotland and took the dog for a walk in the setting sun.

Usually we have the place to ourselves, but this evening we met this guy heading home. He is carrying a staff in his hand to which he had attached (with an elastic band) memories from his day out, you can just see some grass and flowers catching the sun. - A new meaning of a memory stick, I thought.

We exchanged pleasantries about the glorious weather and then he invited me to drop by for lunch any time. He lives at the local Buddhist Temple, maybe I will, one day.

I have rapidly back-blipped the last few days from a very relaxing stay with my lovely friends. Normal blipping duties will resume tomorrow!

It's lovely to go away and ...
Gee but it's great to be back home!