Lonliness of a ...

...metal detectorist. Kevin had lost a thrupenny bit around here on a school outing to Blackness Castle back in June 1963. He wasn't about to let it go anytime soon.

A misty helping of dankness along the shore this morning. Not entirely unpleasant, later the sun even came out briefly.

Our local garden centre had a flowerpot free recycling drop-off or uplift. I availed myself freely and haven't bought a flowerpot in decades. A garden/ greenhouse/ shed/ garage clear out and I shall redress the balance. Only to find out they are no longer doing it! Possibly they realised they hadn't sold any flower pots in decades. So a run to the tip Recycling Facility (currently admitting to an embarrasing paltry 63% recycled material, I hope my flower pots push that up a notch.).

All that remains is cauliflower cheese for dinner, a gallon of wine and guess the perp in Death in Paradise on the telly box, then it will be perilousy close to Monday and another blip to find.