Old Man of the Tree

I once lived in a beautiful rural area near the Clyde, near Biggar with vast open spaces, miles of hills and water falls. Sadly there were very few trees. A world without trees is like a world full of tears.

Tonight is a birthday party night again and probably a horrible version of Pictionary which ensures you have much geographical and historical knowledge. Being quick on the Draw is also essential even after a few wines. Oh, fun and games, I love it.