First Day Blues

The youngest Puke has been living with us for the last 2 weeks but the earliest I’ve ever seen him surface is about 11am. Today however he had to get to Edinburgh for the first day of his summer job and this entailed getting up at the ungodly hour (for him) of 7.30am!
Despite the cool and cloudy weather, Mr P and I packed a picnic and climbed up to the mast above the town this morning. Quick allotment pit stop on the way home and then relaxed the rest of the afternoon. This evening I was at a meeting to help organise a memorial service for a friend who died in 2020.