Stop. Go

The sun is trying to burst through the haze, it’s cool, fresh and it’s lunch time. Aye, it’s Spring.
The pressure’s on though, I wrapping up work for the week later today and heading down to the Lakes to have a look at some of next seasons gear, when I get back I’m packing the tent and heading out.
But, Holly’s got a wee cold and hasn’t made it out to the shops for something for Mother’s Day yet, so I might have to go for her.
I’m not buying flooers at the Gretna services on the way back though. That’s stacking up bad karma that is.