I'm Gonna Get Myself Cross the River...

In a nod to Meanwhile at the Coast.... I decided to have an early (ish) morning bimble along the banking.

It was, as predicted, cooler with a Haar sitting over the sea... but even as I walked along the top of the Banking I could see the blue sky appearing from the south as the sky warmed up and dried up the damp. Little fishing boats were out pulling up their crab and lobster baskets. A little sail boat was powering back to the harbour, but all else was quiet.

That Wither's Woman and her horrific family are in Scotland this week. I advise all to stay as far away as possible lest you fall foul of the Withers seething wit... Or the Lucifer's Evil way with planks of wood. Although looking at her latest blip, it looks like Eve is turning a little vile too.

I would loved (Not) to have met up with Withers and sung the songs as we had planned but somehow I missed the actual date the picnic was taking place... and have landed myself stranded, at home, while everyone else in the house works. With vehicles.

I will have to do yoga to calm myself.

Another time you mad, mental woman.