Affinity

Me+water=affinity.

This is the burn that lies maybe 75 steps from my front door. I haven't visited it since last summer. Shocking. A last minute change of plan meant I had time to wander along and sit under blues skies in the surprisingly warm sun.

It is a delightful spot where this small river meets the sea. I forget just how heavenly it is to get lost through the lens, lulled by the sun, the water's murmur, the bird calls and wingbeats.

Home to tea and a scone (my favourite part of the blipping ritual on days like this) whilst whittling down the blip possibilities. A delightful new poetry programme on Radio 4. Turned out to be a perfect Sunday afternoon.