From the Garden - South-south west

Rising gently – after a very drookit morning. 
 
The same old, same old, indicates that I haven’t travelled far today.  However, I make no excuses as my camera now goes out on its own - and comes back; unlike Charlie Drake’s boomerang.  A perplexing oversight has been (embarrassingly)* brought to my attention.  A certain biped who Blips amongst you has asked why I have not mentioned Lulu MacDuff recently.  Purely and simply because our Buchan correspondent hasn’t been in touch.  If there are any sightings, of anything, then please let me know.
 
I’ve sorted out my holiday reading.
 
*Just like Jean Milne I was black affrontit.
 
Now, where’s that pumice stone?