River Roy

What a strange day. We have all been very tired after a lovely evening with friends in the village. Everyone brought a wee bit food for the barbecue. It got to be a very late night culminating in tasting a couple of nice malts.

I had a lot of desk stuff to catch up on and -free from the interruptions of phone calls and emails (which always seem to demand immediate attention- I got a huge chunk of the list ticked off; much more than would ever have been possible on a weekday.

I didn’t get much fresh air until mid evening when I walked back to the village to collect the car. It was dull, still and clammy feeling (very good for the midges) but I had a wee walk down to the river to try and get a blip.