Walking with you on Knocklofty as the day warms up and I contemplate moling into late autumn.

A day of writing on a beautiful spring day an conemplating the loss of a dear friend.

Enjoying the bicycle and rich and random conversations.

A morning at the Art School library, an afternoon finishing my homework and a bracing walk on Knocklofty.

A very short walk, writing in a bookshop, lunching on a lawn and preparing for Writers’ Cave tonight.

Undulating paths and Hundertwasser on a slow Monday morning.