Brush Strokes

It was dry and milder this morning so Mr P and I packed a flask of soup and a picnic and we set off for Tyninghame Beach in East Lothian. There wasn’t much sunshine but lovely reflections nevertheless. Unsurprisingly we didn’t go in for a swim but we had to wade across rivulets to get to the end of the beach. I had to jump off a wall on the way back to the car (racing Mr P) and I seem to have sprained my ankle slightly. Limping and on painkillers tonight.