Pooh sticks

It wasn’t but it might have been. It seems that the Glasgow Ramblers share my compulsion to look over every bridge we cross. We had a relatively short Saturday walk around Strathblane and part of the West Highland Way in mostly fine sunshine. We finished at the Kirkhouse Inn, a good place to while away the time until the bus arrived, a double decker and there was a dash for the top front seats.

Back home, via John Lewis, my normally reliable boiler refused to ignite so I ended up going to the gym to get a shower. It’s just cranked back into action after being turned off for a couple of hours.