The door...

...and the locked window. Behind the wall is a large building that was once, I believe, the presbytery for St Ninian's Catholic Church. Since then it's been a guest house, but what it's used for now is a mystery. Passed by on a short early-evening walk to stretch my legs.

Most of the day yet again spent painting in the hall, with a longish break when Jacqui and and Fletch paid a surprise visit. Took time off for some exercise on the bike too. Now waiting for MrM to return from a fishing trip - he's left a curry in the slow cooker and if he doesn't arrive soon (he's already an hour later than expected, but that's not unusual...) I may just have to start without him!