Tangled (three weeks and four days)

I dodged showers this morning taking the dogs up the hill but couldn't escape from the strong, cold wind.
Once the nearly wife returned from work, we pottered around the house before I took the dogs for the afternoon walk up to Wasdale. I was fairly lucky with the weather, only being pelted with hailstones once. This tangle of threads stuck in the frame of the old road roller at the scrapyard caught my eye providing a bit of colour on an otherwise poor day.
I have spent the rest of the afternoon wrangling pipes in the boiler room...