On a Monday lunchtime, Mr Toots meets Mrs Toots in An Lanntair, the local arts centre and Toots marinates himself in coffee. Sometimes I tag along and have a mocha or green tea. That's the sort of person I am
Mrs Toots is happy and shows it with a smile. How lovely.
And believe it or not, I have a snap of Mr Toots smiling. Or maybe he had wind. Either way, I captured the moment on the Soviet wonder that is the Zorki4 / Jupiter12. Now I think of it, he was probably savouring An Lanntairs' warmth and thinking of his gaff in Spain where it's probably 20c - or so he tells me. A lot.