May Johnstone

Jul 262013
 

Flowers on footIt was a hot, lazy day in Kintyre, and I’d bashed my foot carrying a chair down the garden.

I sat on the rug, the top of my foot throbbing, and was joined by Alfie, our two year old grandson. Normally I’d have gone into the house to put my foot under the cold tap and apply some Arnica cream, but it was too nice to go inside, and the trip would have entailed standing to supervise Alfie up and down the front steps, which can take a while. Continue reading »