Calling it a Day

The benefits of throwing my weight about in early morning exercise was completely negated by having two breakfasts.
Yes, I repeat, two. The first was my own toast variety and the second was a surprise one when Edinburgh daughter appeared with a friend at 9am and a bag of 'butteries', the Banffshire equivalent of French croissants.

With the sun shining, the visitors gone, and a picnic packed, His Lordship and I took to the road and drove up to the Cleish Hills for a picnic, whereupon the sunshine vanished and this ominous cloud appeared carrying a heavy shower of hail to bounce off the windscreen and obscure the landscape before leaving a lacing of white on the road and grass.
The driver decided enough was enough and we returned to a dry and sunshiny Edinburgh.
Sometimes it just need someone to call it a day.