Except when I accepted the invitation I didn’t know it was Mo’s birthday. Until I got there. Still Jac came to the rescue and let me share the birthday card she’d brought!
The idea was to go for a walk and then have a bbq later: 5 of us set off for the “high level” walk and 9 toddled off for a walk along the River Tweed. We kept in touch with each other’s progress by texting: each hoping to outdo the other in terms of which birds were spotted. Who could have thought that bird watching was such a competitive pastime with Gestapo interrogation techniques to prove that you had seen what you claimed to have seen! As none of my “high level” companions are likely to read this, I’ll admit that the Tweed walkers spotted a greater variety of wildlife than we did …if they are to be believed…
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