You will have had your tea

Bitter morning walk this morning, the sleet cutting through my trousers and biting my thighs. My hands were freezing, Juno ran with her doggie pals and seemed oblivious to it all.

Work was that first kiss feeling.

Caught up with a colleague for a chat and some tea, as usual good company.

Quiet night in making Victoria Plum jam.

I smiled as I saw this flask lying in a front garden. I remember the sound when I was fishing and broke my mum's flask when I dropped my bag, that swishing noise of tea filled with broken glass, a marvellous sound.

It also reminds me of cars in the a9 laybys boot up, deck chairs and table and flask out as the traffix zooms past close by.