fading out the grey

8:30 and out for a walk with a couple of friends.

We headed along a few roads, farm lanes and back to our point of origin - and it was a fitting end to what has been, in many ways, a great weekend. The farmer was out with his team, baling the hay after gathering the harvest.

Nothing is wasted. Which is always good.

One blot on the copy-book has been Mrs theWeir's tooth extraction wound becoming infected. Much ouch.

Lord, have mercy.

It's been good to have meaningful and whimsical conversations over the weekend, to share ideas, and marvel at possibilities.

Add a bit of colour to your life.