Drama Queen

It was a wild and windy old night. The rain lashed and everything rattled in the gale.

This morning was not much better. Buster didn't rate a beach walk too highly, but I convinced him it was in the name of art!

Jacqui has gone into work for a few hours and with luck will return from Gib in time for some lunch at the Seaside, up on the cliff.

Other than that, it's a quiet weekend of very little planned.

For me anyway!