There is nothing, and yet so much, to say about my absence from here this summer.  I shall leave it to Robert Burns.

But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,

In proving foresight may be vain:

The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men

Gang aft agley,

An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,

For promis’d joy!

 

Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!

The present only toucheth thee:

But Och! I backward cast my e’e,

On prospects drear!

An’ forward, tho’ I cannot see,

I guess an’ fear!

To A Mouse

But on to the weekend:  and a second birthday cake for Miss Lily Alaine Cook, and indeed a cake that will go down in the annals of cakes, made by Fiona.  Then a trip to  St.David’s harbour, first in the gloaming and afterwards during the hazy lunar eclipse.  So that’s us seen lunar and solar in one year.  [Grammar police aware] .