People should go to this, it’s a quality line up of folks.
Words fail me. Not all words, just ones to accompany these photies. I’ve been applying words elsewhere, to passed exams, writing children’s books, forms to open new bank accounts because the Clydesdale Bank sucks.
Hopefully folks have seen the Balloch weekender in Trail, that gave me much joy to talk about stuff I know so well that’s criminally overlooked. I’ve guided a local walk as well, I liked telling stories and I liked the banter, this stuff doesn’t have to as dry as I’ve often seen it done.
I walked out of Knoydart with trail shoes that came apart on the way in. Stitching is currently being regarded with suspicion in our house.
I increasingly like the wee creatures and the flowers, a bat catching midges, a bee that waves hello, a spider that tries to save its web as the rain pounds it against the window, colour supplied in the sunshine without anything asked in return. I might not be saying much about it at the moment, but I’ve never been more at home outdoors.
Rehearsing with a bass player at last. Might actually get to gig before I’m too fat and bald to get away with a Flying V. Oops, too late.