Some years ago when we lived in an urban sprawl, Sunday was the day everyone washed their cars. Soap suds everywhere. I have to own up that apart from the odd scary experience of a drive through car wash (where I am told I screamed the whole time we were in there,) I have never washed a car.
And never will.
Better things to do. (and I think cars with mould on them are pretty.)
A Willow Warbler in full warble.
A grey start to the day and cool.
Lots of seals at Cairnbulg, including some baby ones.
The view from my seat in the shed. Of one of our beautiful cherry trees, hung with bird feeders. (and the man shed behind.)
I finished the Gannets. Wall of infamy or a frame? No need to answer.
Then finally the sun comes out. The wind drops.
Too late to start anything else. Like gardening, hanging washing out, mowing the lawn, washing the windows, such is life.
I could always open the wine.