Mossyard

I got so fed up and stressed listening to the Veneerings last night (heard over the TV) that i checked the forecast and decided to head over to Carrick for a swim with a view to a possible camp over. I drove through heavy rain but the sun came out and I rang the campsite who had plenty to space.
This was my view having got the tent up and ready for a brew up. It was glorious.
After a lovely swim I snuggled into my husband’s sleeping bag (extra) and had that strange sense of his body my body when I realised his feet were the last feet in the bottom of the bag.