Swimming in the river Teith

A glorious spot on the river Teith minutes away from  A and Ls temporary accommodation. We took turns to swim while Liv and Islay dog looked on. The unexpected arrival of the laird on his quad bike and a lengthy conversation about a wasps’ nest meant I was in the water far longer than I intended, and it still didn’t feel cold.
The extra is the post dinner disco with Granny Peebles, the first I expect for the Dower House. I will need to upload later, the phone signal is 3G at best.
This time I’ve brought my own bed linen so I shouldn’t be troubled by ancient toast crumbs.