|Maybe a week's supply - a few years ago....|
Then, in my 54th year, along came 'running' and by some miracle - or because 'someone up there loves
|Celandines, anemones and blackthorn on the river path...|
|Leaving Mossdale on Saturday....|
A cuckoo calling from the wooded bank opposite woke me before 6am on my birthday, a bit too early for me, but a welcome sound
|Where the sand martins live....|
|Fisherman - maybe listening to the sandpiper?|
Then, early on Sunday morning,we travel north for our annual camping holiday to the Inner Hebrides - Mull, Ulva and Iona - so this Blog will be closing down until we get back (makes mental note to put pen and notebook in rucksack, otherwise I'll never remember all the things we do).