Pansies

In a window box, blipped on my way home from the Central Library where we had a session on Nan Shepherd's The Living Mountain with the first of our two prospective facilitators, which went very well.

I walked there in the sunshine but didn't really leave enough time and although I wasn't late, I arrived looking like a lobster and I decided it was OK to get the bus home. I sat out on the back green for a while and B came out for some of that.