Courgettes of every variety in the greengrocers. This must be peak courgette season.
Gooseberries make an appearance. An acquired taste. Angus loathes them. We do however buy some red currants.
At the bakers a slightly better than average display. The pretty young lady with the upturned nose is back after her holiday. The PONs get a bowl of water and choux pastry slivers. Both Bob and Sophie are delighted that the universe is once again ploughing its determined furrow. Monday is on track to be the best day ever.
This morning we avoid the tree obstructed waterfall and turn back up the hill after passing the cows field. There are seven new calves to be welcomed into the world.
The bull rushes in the hedge rows must be eight feet high. Angus is reminded of flower arrangements done by practical and thrifty Presbyterian ladies. The sort of things that would last two possibly three seasons before the dust and Western Isles humidity did for them.
Some Scottish music to start the week : https://youtu.be/eVSf-SXrYjs
