Disused

We take a wander - another lovely day. We end up clambering into a disused fun emplacement on the harbour wall.

The old washing machine makes its descent to the car. Impatient motorists call the police because my car is blocking the road.

I drop Angus at the bus station and head home. My bike’s oil leak is because of a punctured oil filter. Quite concerning, since it’s only a few weeks old.