I am so lucky I live in Moray with so much on my doorstep. I have the sea the forest and grand walks and cycles all on my doorstep. Sadly we have to stay in Level 3 for a bit longer as does part of Glasgow as the levels have risen in our areas. We were all planning what to do with our additional freedom but it’s on hold again .

I had planned a few hills to complete my Munro’s and Corbett’s. They are now on the back boiler. I have had both jabs thank to the NHS and a wee trip to Colonsay that helped so much. I did enjoy that lovely island. I had a bit of a reaction to my psoriasis ( a long going skin complaint) from the Covid jab that will take a long time to clear. Yet when I see what happens in India and other countries I am reminded of how lucky I am.
I am also so fortunate to have good pals and family but the Covid Blues affects us all at times .

So please do not forget to speak to that pal or neighbour or send that card or letter.

I must get out for a short cycle today and what a wonderful time of year with all the plants coming out. I see new things every day in nature.
I would hate to be a politician just now whatever your views and however you vote. Sometimes the hate i hear is terrible for their decisions. So many keyboard warriors with expert views, hindsight and constant criticism. I try to put it aside and do what I think is right.
Hopefully the latest rise in Covid cases will be controlled and we can get on with our lives. I think of those who are struggling financially for such a long time. So no matter how down you get there is much to be thankful for.
Take care and try to enjoy yourself try to think of others and stay in touch with those you love .
Hi Heavy,
Reading your bio and Teallach’s story too such a lot accomplished in both your very busy lives.
I travel to Moray regularly now. It would be great to share a cuppa with you. Lesley. X
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That would be good when you next up?
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I will be up 4th June. We could meet in Elgin if that suits?
Private email me please.
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