I set off on another Cigs hunt. Out as far south as Roslin, before turning back through Straiton and Dalkeith. Where the rain arrived, with no remorse for those without waterproofs. I got home soaked, so naturally that precipitated a shower.

Out mid afternoon to Hers; the stragglers having left; 66% of the household were nursing their hangovers. 

Sunday dinner was imbibed. Mmmmm....


Another week caught up in. Maybe I'll finish August tomorrow.