Autumn morning view

After a day in Glasgow yesterday, it was back to domestic normality today. That included heading off to the next village where H had yesterday left her handbag. The very virtuous and lovely Martin had even tried phoning Oystercard to get her contact details. Somehow, he managed it and I got a message yesterday where her bag was. We repaid his kindness and generosity by having lunch at his cafe. The least we could do.
Time to put cards in her handbags with my contact details, methinks.