With a cape of Harris Tweed

Listening to an item on Woman's Hour on Harris Tweed, which has taken me back to a very peaceful break on Harris earlier this year during which my sister and I bought Harris Tweed capes, sported proudly in the photo above, in the front garden of the croft we stayed in.

Harris Tweed warehouse and shop near the quayside in Tarbet. 

Harris Tweed is spun, woven and dyed in the Outer Hebrides using wool from the islands and is known around the world for its quality, protected by Parliament with the Orb mark, now 100 years old. Individual weavers work on looms at home to make cloth under the Harris Tweed Authority, which is then sold on in more than 40 countries and has featured in the work of designers like Alexander McQueen, Calvin Klein and Vivienne Westwood.

Wearing my cape makes me happy.

Ginger biscuit baking

"I might bake some biscuits, what do you think?"

Small pleasures

Flowers from a friend, glorious even in death as they collapse under their own weight after blazing for nearly two weeks.

Quiet moments on the river bank looking at the freshly trimmed weeping willows. The one on the left looks like its mother has put a pudding basin on its head and cut round it.

Cameraless in Morocco

Tangier seafront, towards the port and old town.

A few days of sun in Tangier, for which we both managed to forget to bring the camera. We took a limited amount of phone photos, as didn't really like waving it around in the middle of a crowded medina.

Beautifully restored riad in the kasbah, with yellow mini. A sea breeze, I nearly lost my skirt, never mind modestly covered shoulders.

Looking back down to the city from the Kasbah.

The kasbah wall, the rolling surf.

The snake charmer in the kasbah, who shouted at me for having no change to give after I took photos.

Moo cards

Rather over-excited about my new freelancing business cards from Moo cards. Quick and easy to make and a great choice of custom designs, I hope they turn up before I leave for the UK...