Getting There

Got the jacket, got the motor cycle, (unfortunately not a Harley Davidson but a Yamaha). Now for the piercings and the tattoo. His Lordship is holding his breath!

Well, after a night of rain leaving a plethora of puddles full of blippable reflections *, we managed a day of sunshine and warmth despite the ever present wind rattling the leaves a bit.
The Festival visitors were out in force clutching tickets and brollies, while the Meadows soon filled up with young people happily sitting on the damp grass, eager to top up their vitamin D when the going was good.

I might just dare to sit outside on the patio and do the same.

* the extra image is one of the bigger puddles