Watching rain and listening to thunder, and thinking about my relationship to writing.
Being a home-body after my exertions yesterday and looking forward to Writers’ Cave tonight.
So losing myself in deep pondering I nearly forget I have a treat at midday.
Taking my bike up for a little walk on Knocklofty before heading into the city.
Bells, lily of the valley, tarnished silver, an aborted trip and a downpour.