Falling Rapidly

This peedie patch o’ brightness was soon given short shrift and chased away to Greenland.  The rest of the day has been impossible to photograph.  Every shade of grey and most deep blue ink.  Quink  And exceedingly damp.  Great weather to be in the Bothy to try to sort a socket.  Followed by sending film footage to a member of the Hoy Kirk trim up project.  Treble time on a Sunday.  CMC thinks I should be given time.   Bibs got herself locked in the Sheeps’ Hoose.  Karen and Max are arriving for tea.  That is all.
 
I’m still in recovery from Lenny the Lion.