Wire and Stone (Day 461)

I don't care what the weatherman says, because the weatherman is a liar. The promised lighter winds and sunshine didn't arrive, and our walk up the hill with the dogs was grey and damp.
After lunch  my beautiful wife and I went across to Stromness, collected Evie the Wonderdog and went for a walk along the shore. I liked this bit of rusty wire on an old bit of wall.