We were booked for lunch today with June and Ian.
A coffee in the morning to wake me up and for some reason I didn’t feel as good as I had. No reason, I just didn’t. I was messing around with stuff on the computer and then realised I’d been awarded Explore for a B&W photo looking down the boardwalk at St Mo’s. That brightened things up.
Before we knew it, it was time to get the heavy coats on and head off to Brodens for lunch. June and Ian were already there. Scamp ordered Mac ’n’ Cheese with a side of skinny fries and a glass of red. June and Ian had Fish ’n’ Chips with a lager shandy. I had Steak Pie with mash and my usual pint of Guinness. We had long ranging discussions about family and friends. I found out that Ian had tried for Glasgow School of Art when he was much younger, but didn’t get in. Who knew that? Certainly not me. We must have sat there blethering, eating and drinking for two hours at least, probably nearer three. That’s the great thing about having a local restaurant, there is no “We need the table back in 90 minutes.” You can relax in a local place.
As usual Scamp and I walked back home. She went straight home, but I went for a walk in St Mo’s hoping for some decent photos. The first shot I took was today’s PoD. Lovely light on the Campsie Fells with the Meikle Bin just showing white through the trees. The snow must have come when we were in Brodens. We were too busy to see it. Not much else worth posting, but the lighting on the hills and the clouds made one shot good enough.
When I got home Scamp said she didn’t think I was fit to go to dance class tomorrow and I had to agree. Yesterday I’d have said I was fine, but not today. I feel better now, but I didn’t when we discussed it. It’s a strange thing this cold/flu. It really gets a hold on you. Scamp did the needful and wrote the apology to S&J. Sorry we’re not going to make it tomorrow.
The prompt for today was Khaki. That’s an old man’s colour. But I have to remember … So I drew a portly gentleman wearing a pair of khaki shorts. Knee length!
It’s what the well dressed man is wearing to the beach this year. Generously cut to allow for air circulation and enough pockets to carry insect repellent, sun cream and and perhaps a small bottle each of Burgundy and Chartreuse. Or maybe a refreshingTangerine or some Plums. This well tailored garment lends itself to all tastes.
If you’ve been following the sketches you’ll understand the meaning.
Tomorrow we have no plans. Maybe we’ll drive somewhere nice. Don’t know where. Scamp fancies a pair of sandals, but hasn’t seen any yet.