I was at the optician's this morning, for what I thought would be my regular eye check ....... but no, because of my age (!) I needed an extra test, which required havinng drops put in my eyes. I really don't like having things put in my eyes - I have never tried contact lenses ....... so it didn't help when the optician said it would sting a bit (yes, it did!). But the main thing was that it left me with blurred vision for the rest of the day. The good news is that my distance sight has actually improved, and she has tweaked my reading prescription. I eventually picked a new pair of glasses - but you will have to wait until the 1st of July to see them.
So, to finish off our trip. On our way home, we stopped at Masson Mills. But we didn't stop for the shopping (ok, we did have a look round), but for the museum
just when it looked as if we were going to have a weekend with no sconnage, we stopped at a coffee and farm shop ........
....... and shared a delicious cheese scone
when I got up yesterday and looked out the window, I decided to go for a walk, rather than using the implements of keep-fit torture. Although it was only 6.45, this tractor was already hard at work
I just missed getting a photo of this bale as it popped out the back of the baler
this Jacob's ewe was keeping an eye on me through the bars of the gate
while this one ignored me and went on munching
sharing the field with the ewes is this old donkey - I think it is about 30!
back home I had breakfast, followed by my usual Wednesday morning soak in the bath (with a book and a mug of hot chocolate). Then we headed to Old Melrose, where we went on a new walk
after his flirtation with stone, Malcolm went back to his first love of wood when he saw this rustic bench
we passed Old Melrose House
on our way to here
back home, I was taking some photos of the poppies in the back garden .......
........ when I saw this
slightly worried that it was some sort of nasty bug which would bite or sting, I poked it with a stick ...... only to find that it was the outside of a bud, which had fallen into the flower!
the hostas are looking wonderful - I much prefer them before they flower
well, I think that's me all caught up, except for one last thing from the weekend. Malcolm saw a book he fancied, but having hummed and hawed he didn't buy it. Then of course afterwards he wished he had bought it. So being a loving and caring wife, of course I went online and ordered it for him, and it arrived this morning - he says it's full of all sorts of wondrous stuff about wood (ok, that might not be an accurate quote!!)