There you are, Sam [right] and Tom. At the 'other' croft resting after planting trees and digging.
We, that's when Eve and I came across them on a little bike ride so paused to pass the time of day.
There's Tom and Eve sat sitting and everything. I was snip snapping at this time and goodness knows what Sam was up to.
Whilst I was strolling through the village listening to the cuckoo and assorted other flappy things, a lawn mower coughed into life and shattered the blissful sounds.
Eve on the other hand has cycled down to the community polycrub to throw water about and sing a song to the peas about growing big and fat. It's a lovely song and I'll get Eve to record it and I'll post it here [in your dreams].
The snap was taken THEN not now. It's on film from a little plastic camera.
Oh and don't forget the Giro D'Italia is happening now. As you might imagine, they are in Bulgaaria atm.
When I was young and lived in Bath, Somerset I remember going along to Victoria park and seeing these old people playing bowls. Now aged 70, here I am.
The only trouble here is that it still has a biting cold breeze despite the sun. However, Eve and I played o'er on another island yesterday - and indoors.
We may have booked a trip to Glasgow later in the year. There's a big cyclo-cross being held there and I am hoping to sample the bier and frite they usually have on sale at such events. Hopefully there will be a great atmosphere as there is at events over the water in that there foreign.
Here's a snap from a road race in Englandshire some years back. It was cold I recall.
For some reason the sun has been shining. I managed a short game of bowls and two [albeit short]bike rides since we last spoke and I feel quite good for a change. I might even "push the boat" out and play a game of bowls next week on an adjacent isle where there is a cafe next door.
The tourists are around the island now, campervans and all. As it happens the main ferry to Lewis is less than perfect atm restricting it's carrying capacity. [saddish face đ].
Give me a moment while I search for my mojo which I seem to have lost down the back of the settee.
