Barton

My friend and his wife headed off back to Gatehouse mid morning and I set about a bit of sorting and starting to get my head round the space with some concerns around noise.
A trip to Flusco with some stuff that had been left here at the new spot via picking some stuff up from the old place and the essential blast of air and sob up on Barton to regain a bit of equilibrium in amongst the raft of destabilising uncertainties.
Met M on one of her many village rounds of the day and reassured by her familiar friendly face and cheeriness.