Pinball

We are the pinball, flicked hither and yon by random deliveries and pick-ups. All books are now out of store, some more donated, the rest taken home for sift and sale. Oh, and keeping too.

Here we have an emergency blip in Beauly. Soft fruits leapt into my hungry paws: strawberries, blueberries, raspberries. Fab greengrocer, this. You can’t see our car, I’m leaning on it.Too dirty to own up to.