The dropped stitch

By Bodkin

Toft pier

A grey, wet day, so what better entertainment than climbing and re climbing the loft ladder, sorting boxes at J's. No-one else here and I can't find a radio, so it has been a quiet but productive day.

Bags and boxes are lined up. Some to go to the charity shop, others to the dump. It has been a trip down memory lane, trying not to stop for too long along the way.

I nipped out for some fresh air this afternoon and took a photo through the drizzle of the ferry waiting to go across to Yell.

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