Pressing the buttons ...

It came. While I was out on my early morning Morrison's run, the washing machine was delivered, and by the time I came home they'd plumbed it in, removed the old one and vanished. "Pressing buttons" doesn't really describe what this machine requires: there's a computer screen where before there were knobs to turn and switches to press, there are functions (like steam) that I'd never thought of in this context, and the programme I chose for my first wash left them rather wetter than I'd hoped. Back to the instruction book - but not yet.I have more to do...

Puzzling out the machine took us to coffee time. After that it was more organising of stuff for the holiday - though for the life of me I'm not sure what I personally achieved except finding a small Rohan cap that I thought I'd lost. We had lunch and then I, annoyingly, fell asleep. So we were rather late deciding it was  a glorious afternoon that merited - nay, demanded - we go and walk in it. (I think it's a kind of illness, this walking malarkey - we both had so much to do which we have now left undone, at least till tomorrow.)

But at least I got photos other than the dawn (which I have to tell you was wildly dramatic in a Mordor sort of way). The main photo is a detail of a small weir on the River Eachaig, which was fairly purling along with a lot of water in it. I love the glint of pinkish lines in each curl of the water as it reflects a pink cloud, and the detail of splashes and smooth water. The extra was taken about half an hour later, as a white mist began to form on the fields and the trees were silhouetted on a pale blue sunset sky where the cloud later turned red. A good walk, though we both felt about 100 years old. 

Before I made dinner I had a frustrating search for my AirTag - I thought I'd left it in my suitcase after the last abortive attempt at a holiday, but it wasn't there and I was holding my phone like a geiger counter as it told me I was 12 feet away from the device ... Eventually I tracked it down to a compartment in my handbag, which started pinging at me. I gave up after that.

I think I didn't have a very restful night last night - I have no recollection of what I was dreaming about, but I woke Himself with my screaming at some threat or other, and I know I was still immersed in another dream (or another episode of the same one) when he brought my tea. Haven't done the screaming bit for a while ...