Rhubarb

That time of year. Rhubarb crumble on the horizon.

Otherwise, a trip into Stirling as we had to go to the bank. A bank employee quickly accosted us as we entered trying to steer us away from the desks. So, we she carried out our transaction at a machine. Quick and efficient when you know what you’re doing.

Sadly, when we got back to the village it looked like a dog had jumped off of the cycle path onto the road and had possibly been hit by a car. The driver of the car had covered the dog with a blanket but it didn’t look very responsive.