Adventures in Wee Joyce
Pancakes wi strawbugs, choc sauce and yogurt while sat in the green wi ma dog Bertie snuggled up opposite me.
The sun is glowing on the trees, I’m watching the treecreepers, mouse-like, busily insect gathering as they wind their way up the trees, and then lightly swoop on to the next.
Where am I? Ootside ma door on a peaceful Sunday morning, sitting in ma wee campervan, Joyce. You dinna hiv tae go far tae be awa fae yer door