A Scalpay lighthouse chair on which I didn't sit.
Mr Bentham was on good form this morning - doling out the Jaffa cakes like they were going out of fashion. He lives there. He hasn't been checking on here to see what I have been saying about him or what photos of him I have posted - obviously.
The Tolsta Shoppe supremo, Mrs 'Up Yours' MacIver is in the chicken-house though. It seems that everyone bar me has read her new sci-fi novelette. Apparently I'm deemed 'too intellectual' ! Imagine!
I was flooded with three comments from yesterdays posts - thanks to Ms ook, Iain and Ian for this - I shall remember you in my will :-) . I staying with 'normal' on the blog front - as if I knew what normal was.
I came down these. I could have gone up too.
So, now as I write I wonder if Mr Pushkin will come back to sleep off his morning stroll in front of the fire. Will I go over to the Oiseval Gallery after my morning meditation? I think I might.