Mellow Yellow

On top of the hill above my flat, in the barren scrub and dust, there is a pretty yellow plant. I have no idea what it's called, but there it is.

This morning, Buster and I climbed the hill once more. It was very sticky, even early on.

Then suddenly, a thick mist rolled in from the sea, enveloping everything below in dense fog. Just as rapidly, it reversed and sat for most of the day over the beach! It was lovely and sunny in my garden, but I didn't see the sea again until after five o'clock.

Glad I wasn't planning on building any sand castles today.

Anyway, it's Friday tomorrow and so off to Manilva we shall go. It's time for Buster to meet the cats and get to know his second home in Spain.

I think his friends back on the Borders would think that was just showing off!