Primaries

Woke up wishing for Saturday, got thrown a Friday instead.

Sunshine made up for it though and all those memories of days of wearing six layers of clothing and battling the elements through the winter (and the Siberian spring) melted away, cruising on my hog along the cycle track to a soundtrack of 'Rockin' Down the Highway'.

Skip forward ten hours and I stopped off to wait for the 18:00 Stirling - Alloa train pass alongside this field full of buttercups. Knocked it off when it was a doubler. Doubly knocked it off when it turned out to be a blue one followed by a red one.

Definitely Saturday tomorrow. Thank feck.