slowly, slowly, life is returning.
I was iced in from late November through Epiphany, then had the flu after Christmas. Yesterday was the first day I made it through without a nap, or (failing that) without a deep sense of exhaustion. So, today was my first real day off in a very long time.
Inevitably, I went to Fife. Unusually, I never made it to St Andrews. Crail and Ellie are perfect on days like this: bright and still and full of promise, with the camaraderie that comes between strangers who wish to be pleasant, but have no need to talk.
Molly nearly got a present she didn’t want: the resident cat at Crail Pottery, who tried to invite herself home.
I’ve put photos up on the photo blog. They’re for my sake, mostly, but I know some of you have vivas to get ready for, and are sure to want distraction…