Lovely day: sun shining, horses enchanting, dog amusing. Running round like a mad thing as the family gathers from far and wide. Aunts, cousins, niece and nephew-in-law, great-nephews; all are arriving. The glorious Scottish hills are blue in the sun for them. I buy flowers and arrange them and feel the coming of spring.
No time to write now, which is probably just as well after all those words yesterday.
Here are some pictures for you instead, for a glorious Friday afternoon:
Happy girls, first thing:
My little festival of flowers:
Daffs, still not quite feeling like it:
Red the mare doing more excellent work with her remarkable trainer:
This is what Mr Stanley the Dog looks like when I say the word SQUIRREL:
And gazing out over the burn:
The hill is blue again, after weeks of white:
I hope you are having a wonderful Friday, wherever you are.