Joys o' the north . . .

I watched the Test match all day. Another classic England collapse; 219 all out.

Mum and Dad came home at six and were full of the joys o’ the North. They both seemed really taken with the Highlands, Tartan, roe deer, bagpipes, etc., and brought loads of souvenirs back. They had a close encounter with a roe deer at Tomintoul; it cleared a fence just in front of them. As I talked with them about the Royal Wedding I found to my horror that I was almost nostalgic about it!