More sketchbook practise on a dining table with art supplies limited to a small travel art kit.
Later in the day we visited Slain’s Castle for a wander about. Himself hadn’t been there before, so he went off with his camera, engrossed.
I went a different way, and climbed one of the spiral staircases that once led to the upper floor, but now just lead to an opening dropping back to the ground below.
I sent him a text: “find me”.
I was lurking on the second top step, leaning against the curved wall, when a family came down the corridor with much chattering and hilarity. The kids and mum passed beneath me, and turned through a doorway into another roofless section, and the dad took up the rear.
He was paying more attention to the architecture, and looked up and spotted me lurking. I grinned, he grinned back, we giggled, and he disappeared after his family.
It took a while for Himself to find me, tho.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
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