Field of buttercups

As the gorse has died away, the buttercups have provided a different yellow, perhaps less vivid than the oil-seed rape which is ablaze in some parts at the moment, but none the less attractive.

Every time I pass this farm I stop to enjoy the view of the mountains to the west. I see the enterprising farmer has installed solar panels to the roof of a barn.

At the end of the drive there's a little covered stand where they sell eggs, trusting people to leave the money in an honesty box.

This evening I'm off to an art exhibition which is part of Balfron's FabFest.

Happy weekend, blippers!