Shiel

A murky day with wind and rain meant that our half-planned boat trip over to the Farnes never materialised. But it did mean we could take full advantage of the Sunday carvery down at the pub. So, you know, swings and roundabouts.

My eldest girl refused to come with me for a walk around the harbour on the grounds that "I don't like it there, it's really boring, even though I know you love it Dad". Eh? How can she can not be charmed by lifebelts, pulleys, ropes, knackered old boats, lobster pots, peeling paintwork, rusty ladders, wooden huts and the like?

For no reason in particular I had this vintage bit of dub rattling around my head for most of the day.