Not A Micra

I was asked to prove my new car wasn't a Micra ............ well now you know

I also tried to retake the avenue of beech trees ........ without much success. I think I needed the long lens to foreshorten it and hide some of the open space at the top.

The Cygnet is loving his playgroup.
Now we are lucky to get a distainful wave of the back of the hand as he disappears ..... no more weeping and wailing and insisting one of us spends time with him.

The old car is no longer mine.
It has been sold to a friends son.
He has been told to look after it and forget any ideas of being a boy racer - it is the best buy he is ever going to get in the way of automotive transport.

I found out this afternoon that I have not won the prize of 4 nights in Eilean Donan Castle with any of my pictures in the exhibition.
But a friend has - the bride whose wedding I was at there last September.
The icing on the wedding cake for her so to speak.
Well done Mrs L.