My Beloved is away again this weekend. What's he up to? He's on a rigging course, which I gather is something to do with bits of rope and metal. Next month he's away on a taping and strapping course. I'm beginning to get a bit worried but maybe I shouldn't be, perhaps I should be looking forward to the results?
Meanwhile I'm getting ready to go on a poetry course. All sounds a bit tame in comparison. While he's out and about getting wound up with rope and tape, I'll be sitting on my backside trying to stretch my cerebral muscle and hoping I don't get wound up.
I'm not going until Monday, but trying to second guess the weather is driving me a bit nuts. I'm away all week and I have a feeling I shall have to take a large bag with a spectrum of clothing to take me from winter thru summer, as my memory of this time of year in the Highlands can mean anything goes. There's a Scottish saying, 'Ne'er cast a cloot til May is oot', but let's face it folks, if we waited for after May our bodies might never see the light of day given the past few summers!
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