Sunday Saunter...

...up the track from Buchanan Smithy towards the forest, but we turned back when the path became very muddy.

The views in every direction were fine, but I chose this one as my blip because of the sunlight on the side of Conic Hill, with the Arrochar Alps in the distance.

I received a text from Olaf's mistress asking if he was behaving himself, so I felt obliged to tell her about The Trashing of The Sofa. She confessed that he'd actually committed the crime some time ago!!! (The throw had kept it hidden.) I'm not totally convinced, because of the bits of foam I found, but at least she wasn't as horrified as I thought she might be.

It'll be interesting to see who gets voted off Strictly tonight. I don't vote until nearer the end, so I won't be allowed to complain, whoever it is!