Extra hour? What extra hour? It evaporated into sleep, and even so, we were finally out around midday after a decent brunch, initially on bikes, but persistent neck pain(!) meant we drove out to Currie for sloe picking and then a supermarket trawl before back to cook and make the sloe gin.

A snapshot of the future kinda afternoon; both quietly pottering away doing their own thing, but together.

And as I headed home, she got a predictable onslaught whilst I gently rounded off the weekend some photography and a light supper.