I have made an appointment to the Scottish Peoples Library tomorrow to find out more about Robert Bryson's children, one of whom was my triple great grandfather. Now, I'm off with Czerny. Have simplified the "bagger". Now only a coat hanger with a bag held taut. Works like a charm
This evening, we ( Ian, Hillary and I), are listening to a jazz group playing Ellington's music. The band leader was Hollywood typecast, handsome devil in a tuxedo, hair slicked back and just the right curl of lip, inflection and raised eyebrow, bathed in a spotlight, knowing everybody was watching as he snapped his fingers or nodded approval. Some very lovely music; some ear cleaning noise. We sat around circular tables sipping wine.
Days and nights I watched the tides come in, (almost 12 feet from low to high) ; at low you heard the river rippling down a sheet of rapids, at high, the river was silent, a mirror reflecting the trees and mountains.