Dusk

Today I discovered and cemented a way to communicate with my brother. Despite most of his auditory, ocular and comprehensive powers/abilities having been pinched, we sat and sang theme tunes together while I tapped out rhythms on his leg.
I can't tell you how good it is to be able to communicate with him. He's been ill for a wee while with the C word (it doesn't bother me to say the word, but I know others are apprehensive) and, of late, it has been robbing him of a menagerie of things.

However, smiles all round when you tickle his toes, play "this little piggy" with his fingers and tap out the Sabbath tune "Iron Man". This makes it all worthwhile.

But don't tell him I said that... trying to keep up the grumbly sister appearance...

- The picture is over the fields round the Bannatyne Alley.