Mrs FP

Churning out a woolly Easter with a vengeance. The chickens with Crème eggs shoved up their bums I can cope with, the bunnies in baskets too. Today I was dispatched to a fabric shop to buy 'Thermal Wadding!' No idea.

"How much do you want?" asked the fabric lady.
"How much have you got?" I asked.
"Not much, we had a class this week." she replied.
"I'll take all you've got!" I said, like I knew what I was doing. 

Anyway, with this great white wad of thermal wadding under my arm I wandered back to the car beside Linlithgow Loch. Long story short, a big wad of white thermal wadding under your arm looks like a giant loaf of bread to dozens of hungry swans. For the first time in twenty years I broke into a trot.