INDIAN SUMMER

The car thermometer was registering 5° C as I set off for a morning shift doon the watter.  There was a startling temperature inversion over the Clyde, with wee mountains poking up through the mist like so many upturned cones. Later I picked up the Prof and we escaped for lunch at Seamill and a walk at Portencross, melting in the 20°C sunshine.   It was, as the VIP says, the sort of day when people eat ice creams.  So we did, watching the swans at Lochwinnoch and a brave collie who looked as though he was crewing a wee becalmed dingy.  I was too warm and lazy to get a shot of that - sigh. We returned to find painting completed, so with carpets on Thursday and furniture returning on Monday we are almost there.