Brian Wilson invited me down to his castle yesterday to listen to a recording of probably something that sounded like bowel movements made by the guy who once walked passed the guy who once had a cousin of a Beach Boy in his cab, but I decided to go for the healthy option of cycling to Cramond with the old, toothless one. I fell off the bike twice coming home at who knows when. There's a photie I took of the old, toothless one among the above. In his cycling helmet.
You copied a wrong photie, Hotboy. At least one of them was from way back when!
This afternoon was pretty gorgeous, so I went for a walk in the botties and took some photies. Then I went to the allotment to collect the ingredients for soup. Apart from the lentils and spices, everything else was grown by us: tatties, onions, turnip, brussel sprouts and leek. This is most satisfying!
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I've never succeeded at growing food. Cap'n Kev's veggie patch has whitefly, so he's bought and released a box of lacewings to eat them. Next he'll be introducing myxamitosis to kill the lacewings. It never ends.
PS a couple of the park bench photos seem duplicates, but I suppose when you're an OAP you can never have too many places to sit down.
Albert? It is not straight forward to get the photies onto computery thing. I won't go into details. The one second from the bottom wasn't taken today. Hotboy
Beautiful pics, looks like a nice walk.
I say!
Lovely rainy season snaps.
MM III
Mingin' and Marie! Sorry replied disappeared when I had to change my username,etc. Bugger!
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