The Taming of the Screw

A little bit of grovelling to His Lordship and without a murmur, on the way back from shopping, he drove me to Fisherrow Harbour for some unfinished business with the camera.

The sun was out in force today, but it was icily cold on the beach and my fingers were frozen to the point of pain.
I think there was more of a wind than yesterday, which made the chill factor worse. However no beautiful little snow flakes have yet to flutter out of the impossibly blue sky to presage the predicted winter wonderland.

A successful outing then, with a meal and a blip in the bag, so to speak, and home to put on the heating and try and keep warm.