I should be drinking tea outside

Today is glorious - not too hot, a gentle breeze and the lovely accompaniment of birds chittering in the garden. No dogs barking, no lawnmowers - oh, damn, one in the distance - and no screeching hoons driving about.
I've been looking at pics of Glencoe Wood, and reading about the native fauna and flora again.
It does look beautiful.

My Mum and Dad would have loved this. Both parents were artists, and Mum loved nothing more than a dappled pathway, disappearing through a forest (or wood) and there was always an expectation in her paintings of paths that there was something very special just up - around the corner.
We are surrounded by my parents' artwork. More about them another day.