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.




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