Shrouded

The mist didn’t lift at all today.

I traded yesterday’s ‘running castle’ for Stobo for some spa and ahing today - just what the doctor ordered after yesterday’s exertions.

I’m reading a wonderful book just now (The Sheep Stell: Memoirs of a Shepherd) which has got me back to hankering for a wee house on a wee island to recluse myself away and read, paint and write. I even started browsing available properties and realised that unless I win the lottery (and start buying tickets in the first place) that this is a dream that will sadly probably remain unattained.

Time to book ourselves an island getaway methinks and get it out of my system a little.