Remember, remember

It was another very wet and miserable sort of day. The rain gradually died away this afternoon, in time to give us a fine night for the village fireworks.

I don't usually go, but watch from a vantage point in our upstairs lounge.  I ooed and aahed with the rest of the watchers. The vast majority were families with lots of children. Some children wore ear defenders, which was probably sensible.

Apart from this, I have been sorting and preparing for my trip to the Outer Hebrides. There is so much I still need to do, so I will not be walking tomorrow, but will be packing. I'm reproofing Paramo garments and hope to have enough layers to be warm enough.