Saturday 9 March 2024

Wool Gathering

 In Scotland, playing golf often meant searching for the golf ball on the fairway  among tufts of wool shed by sheep who actually were the real players on the course - I certainly was not!


So, today, I was woolgathering - my thoughts . when I spotted somthing that "did not belong" and yet there it was:

There on the marge of Lake Couch was  ... could it be  ... an otter?

Splish, splash, all on a Saturday as per command - director's cut!

Someone say "cute beastie"?

Don't hit me - I know I'm hansom -

Wool o' the Braids,



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