Rock art

The papers (bizarrely the magazines arrived at 9.30 from Cork but the broadsheets didn't turn up til 2.20); followed by a brisk walk around this headland; some heavy clearing in the garden and then a swim - quite fresh today but I managed twice round the buoy watched on by three Little Egrets and a Heron.
The little cairn thingy is my handiwork - odd how stones are so hypnotic. Wish I could do this though.