Patience

Up and down a bit for the second night. As a result little energy today. I re-taught dad how to play the card game, Patience, this morning. Then we made scones. Fruit are the best. Cake should be sweet. I can't abide cheese or herb scones, unless they come with soup. The idea of buttering a cheese scone to have over coffee makes me cringe, its simply not right.

In his 78 years I can't imagine how many scones dad has eaten, he is a bit partial to one or two a day. But never, in all that time, had he made one, until today. Its lovely to think that we never stop discovering new things. The eating afterwards was also very pleasant. Blackcurrant jam for dad, damson jam for me.

Today was another beautiful, cold, clear blue sky, so I returned to the harbour at Queensferry. I hadn't managed all the way round yesterday and it is only small. There are many benches put up in memory of a dearly departed local. I want one of these when I'm no longer here. Everytime I visit somewhere I think, is this the place?

Today, as my brain slowly froze, I lay down on one of the benches and was taken in by this shot. The angle and the shadows were fascinating. The view of the bridges was uninteruppted, but they will be there for another day. These lovely blue skies and sunlight may leave us soon.