Not famous Three go to Aira

Still raining when we headed over to look at the house. As we walked round the village the skies cleared and sun appeared from its long seclusion. My friend and his wife headed off back to Gatehouse and I went from over to Maulds. My friend’s husband retired from over 40 years working in the NHS yesterday so we went for a celebratory walk at Aira Force which was well and truly living up to its forceful name. We watched a red squirrel scampering about in the tree tops and then had a splendid picnic looking out over the lake.

Apologies for being such an absentee blipper at the moment.