Intertwined (Eleven days)

The nearly wife and I headed up the hill with the dogs first thing this morning, and ended up doing a little bit of impromptu tour guiding for a couple of tourists who were near the entrance to the Cuween burial mound. I  always enjoy talking to tourists who are desperate to know as much as they can about this beautiful place in which we are lucky enough to live. Whilst we talked the dogs chased around ragging on each other's necks.
After lunch, we collected Evie the Wonderdog and took all the dogs along the shore to Billiacrue. It is a long while since we were there. The winter storms have washed up some huge buoys and the steel hawsers attached to them. I liked the patterns of the cables and the colours of the rust.