Green Bus

It’s Saturday so I walked to “the village” in anticipation of buying samosas and bhajis from the pop-up stall. The going was tough, despite the rise in temperature, there remained a range of snow to traverse. The soft crunchy stuff. The hard crackling sort. The sloppy slush, and compacted ice!! Alas, the stall was a no show. I don’t blame them.

At home I settled in for an afternoon watching a mix of Horse racing and Premiership football on TV.

My blip is of a bus travelling North on the A61. The last glimmer of sun creates a mauve tint in the sky.