There are few things so fine as a Scots pine.

Busy morning at work.
Those who follow my blips regularly will be pleased to learn that the cat I featured yesterday is completely well today.
This afternoon, after loosing £20 on the Grand National, I took the hounds to Blean. I tried a few "selfies" with loud a garish expressions, in the manor of Max Ellis, but of course they did not reach his quality (and my tired old face does not have his beautiful bone structure or quite such a manic haircut). My gorgeous spouse, and my artistic director (who has just returned from Uni) reached a consensus that this photo should feature.
Enjoy the weekend!