A bridge for sighing

I felt really queasy yesterday afternoon onwards and put it down to dodgy quiche in TK MAXX yesterday morning when I met mom after she'd come out of mass. I felt tired for much of the day and had a reasonably early night for a change.

Today dawned bright and clear and despite the fact I was still not feeling 100%, my cure is to get out for a long walk. It was a really fresh day and Arran was shining across the water at me, tantalising in the distance. I carried on to the Secret Garden cafe where I chanced the curried parsnip soup and a crusty roll. Half an hour later I was walking up the road to Alloway, the birthplace of Robbie Burns, cheered on by the warm sunshine and light breeze.

Even though it's a place I've been so many times before, it was so nice to be there. I wandered around the cottage and then the museum before dawdling round the beautiful gardens trying to take macro shots of roses but I'm not up to doing these lovely close ups of insects. They always sense me and emerge from the petals heading straight for me like missiles.

Sorry, you'll have to make do with this one I took of Brig 'o Doon - I always sigh when there as it's so beautiful - before I disappeared into the hotel to avoid the rain that had suddenly appeared without warning. I had ice cream and a pot of tea and then walked back at top speed trying to dodge the showers, unsuccessfully! I had to be back in time for cremated pork chop and jacket spud you could break a window with at 5.....

Track? I'm in the mood for Wishbone Ash today - The King Will Come