After a rainy night Meg and I set off early this morning for our walk. Living in Scotland, we get our fair share of rain (some would say more than our fair share...) but we get sunshine too, and the combination sun and rain, as every nursery child learns, makes the grass grow.
The world (our little corner of it anyway) looked freshly washed, and there was a wet whippy wind that spoke of rain to come later in the day. Meg ran ahead, in her usual ecstasy of sniffing, galloping, chasing, and running back to me, ears flying, tongue hanging out.
Over the stile and along the grassy path by the burn.
Lots of wild flowers with rain still clinging to the petals, and for once I had remembered the camera.
Then home, to continue with preparations for our family holiday to Wales. So glad of my hour in the fresh air before tackling yet another pile of holiday ironing.