Rich living today... I left the house at 5.30am, having pulled on yesterday's jeans and jumper, and drove to the beach in Kenmore in order to get some nice dawn shots onto the memory card on the camera. Technical problems... Looked at the disappointing results as I got back and pressed the delete button many times. What's left on my own internal memory card is the sound on the beach as I arrived; the oyster catchers were out in full force and their calls were joined by other birds'. No one else about. Magic. Once home the subject for next month's short story presented itself and I wrote half of it before breakfast. By now the garden was basking in sunshine and I went outside to prepare the raised vegetable beds for this season's sowing. The frogs have found their way to their new home, last year's pond project, and the bulbs I planted late in the autumn are coming up in all sorts of places. I can't remember what I planted, or where, and it's a delight to now find out. Lunch consumed sitting by the burn and it was too warm to wear a jacket (!!) Bliss after one of the longest winters I've known.