Another day of blue skies that belied the heat that would come later.
Scamp was out at midday, meeting the witches. I don’’t know why we men can’t do the same thing. Cup of coffee and a blether just to set the world to rights. It shouldn’t be difficult, but apparently it is.
Later in the afternoon I did as I had told myself and drove up to Fannyside looking for some flying beasties, but there were none to be seen. There were, however, a herd of Highland Cattle in a field next to where I stopped. They really are scary beasts when you see them up close. Thankfully there was a strong fence and gate that separated them from me. I got a few photos of their shaggy faces and one of them made PoD.
As I was driving home, I got a message from Scamp, telling me that the Witches Coven had flown home on their broomsticks. That was perfect timing as I was just heading down the motorway and home.
By the time I got home, Scamp was already settled in the folding chairs in the garden, soaking up the rays. It was that time of day when the sun is sinking a bit, but the air is comfortable enough to wear Tee Shirt and Shorts. We sat in the garden discussing our day and making plans for what we should to the garden. As I’ve said before, we need to move some of the heat loving plants to the front garden and the ones who prefer shade, to the back. Scamp is an expert at this.
Tomorrow we are hoping to go to the Queen Elizabeth hospital to find out if they have any suggestions for a cure for Scamp’s problems.