One, Two, Pick Up Sticks

I should have been doing something useful, like sorting out my sock drawer or finishing my piece for the Writing Mums Tea Party, but wheeled off to Belhaven for a spot of kindling instead. In wet weather, it's hard to tell the difference between twigs and dog shite, so I'm hoping no stinks arise as this lot dries. More importantly, I made it all the way up the hill on the way back, without stopping. Watch out, Pendleton.