Whin…

…..you forget. Somehow, I forgot that April has 30 days. I suppose it’s the small things like this that mark the start of mental decline into decrepitude. It also coincided with my annual health check and the practice nurse scolding me for being honest about my weekly beer consumption. I’ll revert to lying about it next year.

On a brighter note, I went for a cycle up Scott’s View and was rewarded for the hot climb by this amazing display of flowering whin. Pretty stunning stuff and a car load of German tourists stopped and agreed with me.