18 years old. Various problems health wise. He has to have half a steroid and a pill which supports his liver function. I still have all my fingers. But it is a daily struggle to administer and get him to swallow. He has a very loud cry we think it is loud because he is deaf. Although he can hear a packet of cat food being opened. He sleeps and eats. Goes out and occasionally still manages to catch something. Hey ho. Our house is more and more like a care home.
Today is the last day of June. Blimey. Sunny but cool. I walked. Saw Paddle surfers.
Boats leaving and entering the harbour.
Feeding frenzy of Herring Gulls on Sand Eels.
A few of the Gull Gang.
A Canna Lily for my patio.
I have been asked if there is a Burgh nearby. So I better do a brief post about Fraserburgh's name. It used to be called Faithlea.