Not going out

Another gorgeous day which demanded another long walk. I managed to get a coveted place at Pilates early on and then I drove to Doune and son number 1 for lunch. None of them, even Islay dog was the least bit interested in going out.

It was a lovely afternoon even if I did have to read a Barbar story three times. I have a vague idea that these stories are now considered unsuitable on account of racist images and a subtext of French colonialism. This one, can’t recall the title, seemed fine. I will be more careful next time I’m in the books section of the charity shop.