SW Gale

It seems fitting that a gale came through in the night waking me through the open window.

Last cups of tea in the racing afternoon light catching on the Jolomo print of Sanna Bay we bought from the hospice shop for £50 just before Christmas.

We visited the bay with its crumbling sheilings and holiday shacks shortly after meeting. It was a dreich day and I had a cold coming. But even with such passing light the colours spoke.

I’m told the car park n Bologna should be bone dry so no slushy searching for the car .

All set. It’s been a lovely time. 1100 miles driven. Haste ye back and all that.

Bags to manual and off we go.