Featuring Mr FF

My husband does get plenty of mentions in my posts but today he gets a whole one to himself as he's kept me amused all weekend.
Firstly he decided to clean out the house gutters as between spells of sunshine we have had some torrential showers.  Since most of our gutters are easily accessible requiring only a small ladder I left him to it. 

Don't try this at home

It was a bit of a shock when I discovered he'd climbed up onto the top of the roof, he said he was admiring the view.  Of late we both find we are loosing our head for heights, maybe this will be his last ventures up to the chimney pots.

He ordered a new tyre for his bike last week, we both laughed when the postie delivered it like this with just a small label at one end.  Luckily we had the lobby door open, two sets of front doors is traditional in Scotland and its sociable to leave the first one open indicating you are home and welcome visitors.  I wonder if the postie would have attempted to put it through the letter box otherwise.
So Mr FF took himself off on Sunday for a bike ride.  As soon as he left I realised I hadn't told him it was the start of gala week in our local town, the first day involves the Riding of the Marches where horses and riders appear from everywhere and ride round the burgh boundaries accompanied by a pipe band.

 

Of course he got held up but I think enjoyed the event very much and he kept me up to date with these photos from his phone.

He mentioned that he'd found a new back road and passed a farm selling fresh eggs and breeding Hebridean sheep so when we did some shopping yesterday we collected a dozen eggs from the honest box whilst admiring the farm's lovely garden and beautiful sheep.   The eggs are wondrous, like jewels, and made a delicious quiche and a lemon drizzle cake for dinner last night, I must send him out on his bike soon for more.