Monarch

Returning the hire car to Seafield meant that I walked up to the allotment along the cycle track - about halfway along I heard (before I saw) this wren gi'in' it laldy. He kept singing loudly whilst I got my camera out - he was evidently focussed on out-singing his neighbouring wrens rather than bothering about boring humans.

Then got my hair cut, which was a relief as ever. In the evening we went round to the Vaults to meet up with P & S who were passing through Embra on their way up to Skye. Good food, drink and blether.