Mid-day shower

Driving home fae the Dr’s it became very black over Bill’s mother’s and rained heavy. 

When I arrived home I submitted my sick line; five minutes later I found myself putting sawn wood inside sacks inside the sheeps’ hoose. 

I am now swinging in my hammock preparing for the Flotta Harvest Home.  The boat returning home from Flotta leaves the Pier at 2 a.m.  It’s not for the faint hearted.