First sign of spring.

They came and did a socially distant annual boiler check. All good apparently. 

Went for a walk up Arthur's Seat, just for a leg stretch, should have worn my yak-traks. In the afternoon I took a kip on the couch, I don't often take naps, but I obviously needed it. 

I have a week off coming up, and there is nothing to do and no where to go. I have a feeling I am going to be hard pressed to make this week memorable. 

These little sprouts are under the burnt gorse bushes on Arthur's Seat.