Passed the old cottages which rejoice in the name Earlick Cottages - how did they ever come to be called that - an address that says Earlick Cottages, Elrick?
Elderly gentleman in a bunnet wobbles on to the pavement on an ancient bike, I step aside with exaggerated courtesy to let him pass - just as well, he didn't see me!
Bought three seriously fine haddock, and discussed the weather and a certain last minute Motherwell goal with the fish wifey.
Then I'm stalked by an angry blackbird who clearly thinks I've no right to be on his turf - quite right too. I guess there's a nest with the weans somewhere.
Then coming towards me a woman walking her dog. It's on one of those extension leads, you know, the kind that just as you get near, the dog decides to run across your path so you either have to jump or, the dog's preferred option, you fall on your face.
I did neither. It was a daft young spaniel which decided it liked me. Not surprised, I'm a cat owning dog lover.
Lying on the road a small spanner, drop forged, size 600 mill and 700 mill. Handy wee thing if I ever need it!
The photo is taken a mile further along the road from where I walked this morning - not bad for the back door.