Rock Sandpipers, Some Awake...

We took Mollie Camper down to Cornwall on Wednesday morning, uncaring that she had received no love at all since before Yule. She was grubby, but the forecast inclement weather would certainly sort that out...?

So we're home again. Mollie performed brilliantly as ever - gratefully appreciated given her mature twenty seven years. Getting out I looked at her once white paintwork and decided she needed some of that love.

Two hours with the pressure washer and the Polar Blast and she still has moss clinging onto the roof gutters and the pop-top roof is going to need more than a soapy brush! But she is at least recognisable as once white...

After the drive home and the washing down, I'm ready for an other few days relaxation! I am more like the two rock sandpipers than the one... zzz. 

Actually, they might be purple sandpipers...