Foggy foggy day. We took our flasks and buns for a walk to the top of a hill to see the view. There was no view (of course), though it gradually revealed itself to us as we sat and chatted on one of our favourite benches.
Another lazy weekend day. Long circular walk from home. Lots of knitting. Malcolm made another excellent quiche for supper. Enough left for Monday’s lunch.
And so to start another week.
the magic jug 