Lazy day, beginning with a long lie in, then a visit to some old friends for a coffee and a catch-up. Then the dreaded visit to Ikea. Now, there’s only one thing that gets me going to Ikea and that’s the Swedish meatballs. I usually manage to buy a box or two of the frozen meatballs to take home. For some reason, there were none to be had at Braehead. What is the world coming to – no Swedish meatballs at Ikea.
The rowan berries are beginning to turn bright red on our tree and lit up beautifully in the early evening light.