Acting the ass...

...un-80th birthday for maw today. 

A goodly number of the clan converged on Bozzels for my world famous BBQ and we basked in the Borders sunshine, whilst the Lothians dripped with dreich. 

Fed and watered, we made for the Scottish Borders Donkey Sanctuary where 140 donkeys, mules and hinnies reside. Our modestly priced entrance ticket included a cup of donkey pellets, and we toured the fields wrestling with assertive animals intent on eating everything we had to offer. Inevitably, it was slim pickings for the animals in the furthest away fields. 

Our interest in donkeys satisfied and some merch bought from the shop, we returned home for birthday scones and a sing song in celebration of her 79th birthday (not 80 as some have been led to believe). 

Maw was asleep before the edge of the village on route home, my sister told me later. Extra images of maw and her brood.