It has rained pretty persistently all day today, but the wet didn't prevent us from walking up through Golspie Tower, across the Golspie Burn to Backies, and returning via....
....the skating pond where, had the weather been a little more cheerful, we might have seen the first Golspie dragonflies. As it was, all we spotted was the resident mallard with one of her young. By this time the rain was so heavy the autofocus on the camera insisted on focusing on the falling droplets rather than....
....on the subject, in this case a long-tailed tit, one of a large group working their way through the trees. I also missed what might have been a good shot of a pair of greater spotted woodpeckers.
So we returned home to a bowl of cheering home-made mixed bean soup and home-made bread with African honey before continuing with sorting out the house. One of our favourite paintings is now up in lone splendour on the end wall in the sitting room where it looks good, and....
....our books are unpacked, though we have yet to sort them. Unpacking can be a bit depressing as I find myself remembering other places where those objects which have particular sentimental value have been with us on our wanderings - some have accompanied us from England to Rhodesia and to England and Jamaica and back to England, and to Scotland and back to England yet again and to Scotland again. In the process we've accumulated and shed items. For example, our collection of books is a pale shadow of the library we had built up by the time we came to leave Lodge Road.
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