Blowing in the wind.

Today the fortnightly discussion group to which I belong met in Silverdale. It was the perfect morning to walk the three miles from Arnside. Blue skies and an ideal temperature.

One of my fellow members who also lives in Arnside offered me a lift back so I would not be late for lunch.

What excitement that he brought his open topped Morgan.

Hair, what little I have left, was streaming in the breeze. Exhilarating is the word. And Mrs K. was grinning to watch me climbing out on our driveway.

Thanks C. That was a lot of fun.