Furrowed

A lack of posting over the past few days does not mean a lack of taking photos. It’s just been a bit full on since getting back from London. Catching up on letters and paperwork surrounding my “aunt’s” death. Technically she was my first cousin once removed. “Aunt” was always easier.

Today I became a removal man as I renewed the process of clearing away bits of furniture from my mother’s flat ahead of its sale. the weather closed in with mist and rain so only one trip to North Berwick, past these ploughed fields of rich East Lothian soil. Thankfully my brow, despite all the activity, has not been as furrowed as the field.