I slept out that night. It was Friday 13th and there was a Honey Moon (pictured). I woke to the sound of the birds and the seals. A week later I sat on a gate with a gin and tonic and watched the sunset. It was Midsummer and there was much to celebrate. Sometimes life is magical and I notice. Those are the very best times. Tomorrow I am going to Scotland to take part in a cattle drove and climb Ben Nevis, or go surfing. In my bag I have some blackcurrants I harvested from my garden. They are ripe. When I get back I will tell you all about it all. It’s been ages since I wrote anything on here. Sometimes life gets in the way of technology. Those are the very best times.