A change of sky

Blipping on my phone and cross-eyed with tiredness … brief let me be. (I’ve said that before) Another peerless morning in Dunoon saw us scampering up and down the stairs packing a weekend bag; I made a picnic to eat en route; I forgot all about eating it till we were landing but we made it to Edinburgh despite me.

We’re here for trombone-playing granddaughter‘s jazz gig tomorrow evening, but tonight we’ve had an empty - family junketing means we’re here with the cats. It’s much colder than it was at home, but my son has two magnolias in his garden and that’s my blip, because I love the ethereal look of the big pink ones floating in the evening light.

Night!