Gargoyle

Up to a (strangely quiet) Farmer's Market, where we bumped into Shandonner. He and Meles immediately started talking in some strange code involving the letter M and triplets of digits. Understandably, the person he was meeting glazed slightly, and went to buy some leeks....

On the way back to the bus-stop, we decided to explore the St Cuthbert's graveyard. Didn't find John Napier's grave, or Thomas deQuincy's, but I liked these posh gargoyles.

When M went to her yoga class, I popped up to the allotment to forage for artichokes and feed the birds, then made a venison stoofvlees while listening to the football. Bloody hell!! We won!!

A fairly normal Saturday, then... hope yours was OK, too :)

Maybe we'll go a blipwander tomorrow