Coming up for Air

Out to the county park yesterday, our first attempt at getting to know the land around here. It was ridiculously easy, wide walkways perhaps a little tame in itself but still pretty, views of the Forth bridges, hills and woods all around us, and beyond them the waiting mountains. The air was clear and sweet, so full of pollen it reminded me a bit of the washing line scene from Legend, touched by amicable fairies. We went home and promptly undid all the good stuff with beers, cigars and watching the boxing.

We weren't the only ones who came up for air yesterday. The first person to send me a death threat on FB has re-emerged, after his disappearance around 2016/17. After the referendum, this character was all over Brexit and got, shall we say, a bit excited about the whole thing. Some anti-Brexit commentator was going to be based around Somerset, and the muppet threatened him with a 'welcome committee' of his supposed forces mates, with a very heavy insinuation that the anti-Brexit person would be beaten to a pulp. Our loon wasn't content there, and informed me that he would gladly kill 'traitors like me' if the Queen commanded him to. I promptly checked out his profile and there he was, sitting near a bookshelf, Mein Kampf proudly displayed on it. He was outed, his name, whereabouts and occupation were revealed; he lived in the North-East, had nothing to do with the forces based around Somerset and had never been a soldier.

Well now he's back. I recognised the name and told him where to go because I'm nice like that, and because a little fresh air brings out my inner feist. Is that a word?