To the work party

But by the time I’d arrived, the offshore party had already filled the workboat, so it was a shore party for me and three others - DrD, WilhelmDeBarr and Cursiter. Left to our own devices we tidied up Dumbo’s shredded tent and surrounding mess until we’d had enough and retired upstairs for cups of tea and much gabbing. WdB is currently working with the Ukrainians from the boat as well as the poor of Leith and one is now working in his office. Her husband is on the front line in the east, and her Dad, in his 50s, is driving a military truck. Everyone is expecting a renewed Russian offensive at the end of February.
Meanwhile back here, the owner of the wreck has kindly donated a winch, fuel tank and anchor to us. Free to a good home. Or a Neville Shute memorabilia collector. Or more scrap to become a headache for us.
Later, more grubbing - back home, and up the slope, clearing out the dead stuff. The bulbs are beginning to shoot up.