Yellow on the broom

Gorse is just so passé these days. It's got to be broom.

I spied this mum and her twins while out walking this afternoon. Although they also clocked me, their attention is momentarily on a walker who has just come into view. I love their black knees and I'm surprised to see the lambs' horns already sprouting.

It has been a dull, overcast day, but at least it hasn't rained and now it's raining.

I'm off gallivanting again this evening, this time to an African Children's Choir who are performing at Fintry Sports Club.