Jo, our daughter came up earlier this week to rest and recover from the flu. She's been seriously poorly. As she arrived I caught a cold. Between us through the week we've propped each other up, and enjoyed some of the most glorious sunshine. I know it isn't fair, but we don't suffer with drought here as you know, and sometimes we deserve the better weather!
There is a beach near here that I love. I love it at all times of the year. In the summer and in the winter What ever the time of year Achnahaird beach never disappoints.
The sheep come down to the waters edge to eat the seaweed
The views as ever are huge, but right at our feet there are views in miniature that are quite perfect
perfect textures and patterns
But what are these? and what are they doing. I suspect that they are empty cases and the occupants have left, but I don't know. They look like Muppets, frantically waving their arms.
The cloud looks as if it's hit the mountain top at speed and splattered off in all directions!
Jo, flew back to London yesterday morning feeling much better, and my cold has nearly gone. It was lovely to see her, and I feel better just thinking that even though we live over 600 miles away she can still get on a plane and come 'home' to be looked after by her mummy!