Dusk

To celebrate the return of daylight, instead of going home after work, I went over to the harbour at Dysart.

It was a wonderfully calm dusk, and it was a quiet time at the harbour too. An ideal way to unwind a little, after another busy day.  

The work day was more productive and rewarding than yesterday, and so more enjoyable. 

The highlight was a constituent phoning to find out what we can do about people having sex in his front garden. He claims it happens occasionally after the social club next door closes up at night. 

The options seem to be getting Parliament to pass a law to make knee tremblers illegal, or I suggest a bucket of cold water might solve the problem.