A bit Mute

OK, well a Mute Swan on a nest.  Honest. 

A longer cycle  out the old railway  line and  back by the Loch. This was at Kingfishers  Bridge,  where I was once nearly knocked off my bike by a low flying  flash of blue and orange. Have never seen one there since,  but I named the Bridge, so there.

 A busy morning. Three washings hung out, soup made, cycle and shower,  threw some soup into myself and headed to pick up Heather and Lynne. Sewing class beckoned.  Only a couple of classes left, so I managed to actually  make something  I will wear.  The bamboo print top. I am actually  very pleased with it as I copied it off a top that I have worn so much, it's  almost threadbare.
Tomorrow  I have the ex sister in laws coming to see me. That should be fun.

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