This early rise was because I’d an appointment with the doc.
A misty morning and a bit cold for a drive up to Kenilworth for a consultation with a doctor. The sister, at my annual checkup a week ago, recommended that I take my leg with me to show it to the doc. I’ve had sores appearing and disappeared on my right leg for almost a year. The last meds they gave me seemed to cure the affliction, only for it to return a month or so later. Phoning for an appointment only results in the receptionists telling you to take a photo of the problem and sending it in to the surgery so everyone can have a good laugh at it. However if the request is properly phrased to a form like: “The sister recommended that I make an appointment …” That get a fast track to actually speak to someone face to face.
That’s what got me to the surgery at just before 9am. The doc had a long look at the sores and gave me a stronger prescription and booked me for a further consultation in two weeks time. Let’s hope it’s not so strong that it melts my leg. That would be a problem.
Drove home and had a slightly late breakfast after I’d dropped my prescription off at the chemist. Scamp and I worked on our Wordle workout and then went on to Spelling Bee. Surprisingly I got a 4 for Wordle and found the hidden seven letter word in Spelling Bee. What DID we do for entertainment before Wordle and SB?
With our brains suitably exercised, we drove up to Tesco for “The Messages”. Lots of them. I was beginning to think we’d need a bigger trolley!
Then it was time to stick a posh cotton bud up the nose and down the throat, then package the whole thing up and seal it in its posting bag which Scamp had offered to take to Condorrat to post. Then the awful, boring, badly written survey form had to be filled in. Tedious is the only printable word I can use to describe it, but it’s done and sent.
While Scamp took the evidence to the post box, I gathered up all the odds and ends we’d collected in the past couple of months and took them to the skip. That left me a decent amount of time to drive up to Fannyside to get some decent landscape photos. As I passed Fannyside Loch, I could hardly believe the reflections. I had to stop and get a photo … or five. I asked a lady who was just about to leave the clubhouse if I could park there for a couple of minutes. She said that I could, but she was just about to lock up. No time to use a tripod, then, but I was pretty sure the A7 would handle it easily. The colours and the reflections took only 1/125th of a second to record, but I knew they were fine without spending time checking. I thanked the lady and showed her the photo, then I drove over to the parking place I usually use and watched as the mist rolled down the valley, flowing like water around the trees and then round the old ruined farmhouse that sits on a wee hill.
By the time I left, the sun was almost setting and I met a couple of photogs. Not Scottish, possibly Polish photographing the loch from behind the fence. I had had a much better view uncluttered by chain link. I told them where I had been and suggested they might like to try a few shots from there. They agreed. The girl was building a portfolio to get her into college and her boyfriend was there to carry the gear, I think! They headed off to find the mist and I drove home to download the photos and start dinner.
For the first time in ages I ran through 71 photos and didn’t even reject one! My favourite, and PoD was one of the first shots I took of the loch.
Tomorrow I’m intending to meet Alex and take some photos around Glasgow. Not such an early rise, I hope.