The End of the Street

A brief walk along to Swanbister Pier then into the Toon for some messages.  Across to visit my Mum.  On the way home we popped in past Kathleen to see how she is getting on.  Started preparations for my special Hogmanay trip.  Mundanity writ large.
 
Again the wind is up in the sooth-east.  What we would give to hear a lark spiralling n the wing.  Dream on.