The Tide rises

The tide rises, the tide falls
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls,'
along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveller hastens towards the town
And the tide rises, the tide falls
A spot of Longfellow!

No snow for us but a cold north wind and sunny skies. I gave the bathroom walls their final coat - if they are still streaky in the morning it will be passed off as a design-feature! I'm not going to do them again. The Vikings were on the music loop and the shield maiden was hard at work! 

A yomp round the circuit minor in the late afternoon. There's a grand stretch in the evening now.