We picked Mr Limey up in Blackwaterfoot on the way home.
I hoped for a repeat cup of tea in the hotel there, as it was the first place I visited last Spring, but it was closed.
Lazy Scots
Instead, when we came back I decided to get busy. Limey had noticed that the recent blowy weather had left her garden strewn with twigs, which when collected made excellent free kindling. As I was going to be home alone that night with the fire all to myself, it seemed reasonable to contribute to it in some way. Of course they work better once they've had a chance to dry out, but twigs is twigs.
1) Cyd-Sox going sailing.
2) The collected kindling, my bedding and Cyd's cat palace.