A wee junk

He was blowing across the Selkirk Water today when Mum and I crossed the Trestle. Swear to god his sails were of finest green tarp. A lovely bit of wooden canoe as a base, too.

What a day! A day without FOG! I love the fog (call me crazy), but a bit of blinding sun doesn't go amiss from time to time, either.

My mate Nikki came by tonight. She's an ER nurse. Dear oh dear. The tales! Swear my hair's gone curly.