Damp

I got up early to take K to Newbattle, where a coach will take the percussion ensembles to a competition in Perth. So, with A jet-lagged after her return from Brazil last night, I took Django for a damp and misty walk in the Estate. Fortunately there was some broken sky as the sun came up, and I suspect that I've had the best of the day. The Low Pond was like a mirror (see extra)... before Django plunged in!