Up with the lark!

Well not quite! the dammed lark was squealing it's head off at 4.15am. Why can't birds shut up or just sleep longer! Anyhow got no1 son to drop me off at Lochilphead at 7am and walked the two miles back home and took a heap of photos en route. I'm trying to get a bit fitter, you know you have hit rock bottom when you feel like Moby Dick, so its out with the sweets, the crisps & the tatties and in with smaller plates and smaller portions.