Perched

The cafe at Heart of Hawick has a seating area which juts out over the Slitrig Water where it emerges through a tunnel under the old mill building.

I've never seen it as full or as fast-running as it was today. I'd gone in hopes of getting a shot of the resident heron fishing for his supper, but he must have gone in search of a less turbulent spot.

Another dismal day. We've finished painting the bedroom. Just the carpet to be cleaned now. I hope the mark left by the leak last week will come out.