Morning on the Howe.

I woke to a sunlit Howe which lasted no time at all. After feeding the birds , stripping the bed and setting the washing machine in action  I  spent the morning on the sofa feeling very reluctant to move. Eventually went to the Pillars for milk and a few odds and ends. It was raining and the wind was getting up so I abandoned plans to go to Glenrothes. A long letter arrived from an old friend who was reminiscing about a holiday we had many years ago when Russia was the USSR and Brezhnev was in power. Brought back a lot of memories.