Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry bones.

This afternoon we took two dogs up to Argaty for a clean footed walk. That's right, two dogs. Tomorrow is haircut day so we picked Isla up in advance. Tomorrows dress code will be fleece pullovers.
Somebody had chosen the side of the road for lunch and seems to have done a pretty fait clean up job. Not much for CSI Argaty to go on.
Lunch saw all the family arrive and fun all round. Although Eve fell asleep on Gran's lap and poor Euan hit the energy buffers just before home time. Wee James is just shaking off the tail end of a cold but is still full of smiles, giggles, lion (cub) roars and raspberries!
While out with the two dogs, we spotted a dramatic sky-scape over a field of uncollected bales. Why are there so many bales, carefully cut and wrapped in the autumn, left rotting in the fields? Answers, as ever, on the back of £10.00 notes. Thank you!