Farewell to Sherlock

I have finally finished reading the complete Sherlock Holmes stories, which I have thoroughly enjoyed. Some are bettter than others of course but they are well written with a light, witty touch. The warm weather has followed us from England to Scotland and it’s properly hot today. I went for a swim at David Lloyd this morning and since then we have been relaxing in the garden with the cats. Both cats because I’m glad to say that Tom’s eye and butt are much improved and he is allowed outside again. To say that he is happy about this is an understatement; he is absolutely overjoyed to have had his hated cone removed and the first thing that he did on its removal was to give himself a thorough bath. Flora is stretched out in her favourite spot; the stones outside the French windows, and James and I are reading the Sunday papers on the patio. 

Yesterday evening we had a very tasty dinner with Heather and Ewan at their local, The Grove. We have been there before with them, but this time I fulfilled a long held ambition; to have drinks on the roof top terrace, which always looks so inviting from the car park. However it’s of course seasonal, and 99% of the time that we have been in the vicinity it has been too cold or rainy to venture up there. Well I’m delighted to say that it lived up to expectations and the four of us had a summery drink in the roof terrace before dinner.