Off for a few days over to the East Coast (Ferryden, pictured), where the coastal walks and coffee shops of the area provide one of nature's important balances - exercise and food. A walk the length of St Cyrus beach - there and back - more than compensates for a steaming latte, and a fresh scone with butter and jam. Not so sure a walk from Inverbervie to Johnshaven and back totally neutralises a Bervie fish supper, but as Maureen Lipman playing her role as Jewish mother in philosophical mood might say, 'What can it hurt?' Either way time to wind down a bit, look outwards at the world, and defragment the hard disk.
Will be around later in the week for Graduation at the University - seven of our students feature in the roll call and well done to them all. After Graduation a few things to tidy up before we go for our long looked forward to holiday at Lake Garda - never been there but told it's beautiful hot and a fun place to be.
The big bonus for our household this year is we don't have to put Gizmo in the cattery. Our resident attack cat will stay at home, kept in the manner to which he is accustomed by Andrew. So no need to go on holiday this year ridden with guilt from the reproachful glare and morally outraged vocals of the decanted cat; nor any necessity to pay the price of two coffees and two scones a day to keep him there either.
Blogging likely to be sporadic throughout July - a holiday is a way of telling ourselves, about blogging and a million other things, 'Gonnae no' dae that'. And if we ask why, the profoundly rational and existentially unanswerable reply is given, 'Juist gonnae no?'