Hunting

A grand night out was had watching Monty Python last night. They are still incredibly funny :)
This morning started slowly 'til a call from my mum necessitated a trip to Stromness and the post office. She is on holiday south and had forgotten some stuff. I suppose it got myself and the wifeycle out and about. We are spending a bit of time at mum's place, just for a bit of a change. And we met Emmy for a wander along the shore with the woofers.
We all stopped to hunt for groatie buckies, and HV did really well, finding seven of them in quick succession. I was a little less successful with only 4. It is an amazingly addictive passtime, and I couldn't resist snapping HV crawling around looking for the shells. Her haul is tucked in her tightly closed left hand.