Lona your grandchildren are beautiful and very much like you. They have inherited your sunny 
rosequartz I had to grin when I read of your going around in ever decreasing circles in your coracle. So happy that you eventually arrived at your destination.
Thanks, finnochio The iced juice sounds delicious. I can smell the mint.
It is such a beautiful day [yet again] in bonnie Kintyre. We have never seen such a flat sea. It appears to have stripes of pale turquoise and indigo running across it. A fishing boat went past not long ago, creating a perfect white wake.
So...MacSporran went to see the lady doctor at the practice. She took bloods to send back to the lab re Lyme disease. She said that the other doctor had possibly sent the bloods away a little too early [for that test]. If the problem started with a tic bite that kicked off an infection, the bloods won't produce a result until about now, if not, later. She looked at the photo that I took of MacS's inflamed lower back. She nodded! Then, she thinks, he may also be allergic to something or other. He has to take a Cetirizine tablet once a day. He must return next Friday. She stressed that the virus [?] will have knocked his immune system sideways. It will take time for his system to fully recover.
We went into Cambeltown today...thunderstorms are forecast for tomorrow. Had a wee treat in the Royal and stopped to chat with folk that we meet up with from time to time. Rory...being the most important member of the household, was not amused. He was kept waiting for his usual one o'clock lunch. He's outside with MacS they are tidying the garden. It looks particularly lovely and colourful today. I shall make a pot of tea very shortly. Don't have one of bags flapjacks to complete the treat. 