Picnic and linseed oil

To Inverness for bits and pieces. Far too many people about, felt claustrophobic. Heaven knows what London must be like, but they’re welcome to that place anyway. So we went down the Ness a bit and had a picnic, here. It was the sound of the water made it special.

Yesterday I put all the planters I treated into the shed to dry out. I don’t know whether Cuprinol has linseed oil in it, but when we got home the shed smelled like a cupboard full of cricket bats. Fair took me back to summers long gone.