Told myself in no uncertain terms that I was NOT going to plan more Pirate Activities, or do the posters and contact the press about Kids Activities at the Lighthouse, or read the minutes and reports for the Museum of Scottish Lighthouses, plenty time, meeting on Tuesday, NOT going to sign the Wednesday Morning Art group up for the North East Open Studios, have til the end of the month, NOT going to sort through paintings to exhibit at the Library, AND the Loch of Strathbeg, end of week they are required, or clean the shed, sort the frames out, sort the mounts out for the next exhibition, well NOT TODAY.
and me went down the shed. (He isnt the best companion, as methinks he complains too much.)
Heater on, smelly candle lit, music on, clean water in jar, away we go.
Hmm, I do seem to be obsessed with Oyster Catchers at the moment. Two on the go, one lot on a sunny, sandy beach, where I think they all look like the men of old, trousers rolled up, paddling, with a hankie tied at four corners protecting the bald spot.
The other lot fleeing an oncoming, or should that be incoming, storm.
But - I may just be giving up on the feathered lot and am more and more fascinated by the woolly lot in the field across the road.
As I open my curtains in the morning there is usually at least one winking at me .
And no, its Pork tonight.