Grasses

Had hoped for a repeat of yesterday's glorious weather but by the time a nice man had held my leg in the air til I yelped; a vampire in a neat uniform had syphoned off gallons of my blood and I had travelled a mile to let three girls take pictures of my bones, the sun was hiding behind a very big cloud. At Auchinstarry, the papery grasses presented themselves as an alternative to a sunshine shot.

Our visit there was not only for coffee but to train the butler in preparation for possible blip-recruitment. He has his new bridge camera! An Olympus SP-810, chosen for its 36X zoom.