Taking it a bit more gently.

Carrying a weighty parcel and hoping my clothes will dry.

Swirling clouds and Siberian bird-catching.
Crossing fingers that the rain will wait until after a walk on Knocklofty.
Enjoying the sight of my welcoming slippers after a rather intense start to my week.
Fog and sun vying to rise higher on a frosty morning , a walk on Knocklofty, A Prayer for a Lost Mitten and Lost Pianos of Siberia.
Beach, birds and bicycle – and lily of the valley.
Investigating the Cascades and beyond.
Kunanyi emerges but the snow on the lower slopes has melted.
A day of rest.
The calm after the storm.