Finally out on Friday morning after a week of...well...stuff really.
Good stuff, like a gig at the Old Glasgow Fruitmarket - what a fantastic venue -
to see Salif Keita,the "Golden Voice of Africa" an extraordinary man and musician
and then other stuff.....like work, more work,unco-operative weather and then more ....stuff.
Friday though was cracking: blue skies, fresh wind,larks overhead giving it laldy, crisp snow pretty to look at but not too deep to slow us down
enough green grass to remind us whats to come
and patterns and shapes and shade and colour.
Saturday though got away and this morning...well, it was blizzards of the nasty, wet, down the back of the neck type and frankly deeply uninviting so procrastinated long enough to leave it too late.
And as I left for work the dogs barely raised their eyes from staring at the warm, crackly fire.
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