Himself

I've got some perfectly nice images of Porty in the sunshine this morning, before the rain came (literally) flooding in, but apparently the pressure for the blipsnap is almost overwhelming. So here it is.

We were in Porty having a cup of tea and a bun (or in his case, a cup of coffee and a panino) because we'd got as far as the outskirts of the town at the Ford garage seeking the code to make the radio work again after it stopped working because of a flat battery a few weeks ago, so we thought we might as well have a little wander along the prom.

What a difference a couple of hours makes! Now we're sitting at home watching rain cascade off the balcony above.