Just Islay
A blustery blowy day with intermittent drenching rain, compatible with a day of ‘admin’. This concluded with a walk to Kilmarnock Road just before tea to compete one piece of business. On my way back I was drawn to the cappuccino like White Cart Water – the level was well above the kingfisher’s perching place, and I noticed this extraordinary apple tree. Extraordinary because of the size and colour of the fruit – just ready for picking, if you were inventive enough. The blip which was taken with my phone does really demonstrate their lusciousness, I will take another tomorrow using my camera. And now searching for said photo on my phone I can’t find it, so annoying. I will need to go back tomorrow for sure.
By chance Islay, and Magnus, dropped in, and while the flat now smells like wet dog, it provided an alternative blipping opportunity in the absence of the inaccessible fruit. I think if Islay was a boy he would be called William, she/he has that air about him/her.
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