Swanny River

The titles I choose for my journals usually point to the obvious and so I scanned my brain back and forth for a bit of an original one today, Oh Dear, my brain is in very poor shape.

Another glorious day of sunshine, it followed me to North Berwick and Tantallon and all the leisurely way home again. I'll be out there joining it again when I've done this, as long as I remember to get back in for the Archers, which can at times be very tedious but old habits die hard it seems.