Headgear of choice during the very rainy weather we’re having at the moment is my deep pink and stripey Seasalt snood. It’s easy to pull one’s jacket hood over it when required. Given that so few people seem to wear headgear at all nowadays, using their cars as hooded raincoats instead, I suppose, the stripey Seasalt snood makes me easily recognisable. It was at any rate to Brian the taxi coordinator for the people who use the day care centre at which I’m helping out with daily cleaning while the usual person is off work.
Walking in the rain beats standing around waiting in the rain so Brian spotted me walking along the shore road to a convenient place for the bus to stop and transport me along the loch to the bottom of our hill and he stopped to offer me a lift. Where the garden walls of old houses by the loch, built before there was much traffic other than people walking, are right beside the road with no space for pavements there are no actual bus stops. You just stand at the edge of the road and flag a bus down.
I apologised for my general dampness—it was raining quite heavily again—and got in the car. A few weeks ago, during warmer drier sunnier weather, it was my Tilley hat that made me recognisable and that made someone else stop and offer me a lift.
The photo of me with my grandsons was taken a few weeks ago. The pot (cast/plaster) was just off my broken wrist. That bruise still hasn’t completely disappeared but my hand is no longer swollen. The pic of Boy2 wearing the snood made into a cap was taken in summer last year.