Wood you believe it

A nice morning for the walk with Juno, we had company and the dogs ran after their respective tennis ball.

Work was a delivery of delight.

Out for a wee walk with Tractor Factory to lie around some pavements.

On the way to work I found this in the street. I was tranpsorted in my mind to Eyemouth beach playing in wooden fish boxes as a kid. The shore was full of bits of the old boxes FMA and Weatherhead the local companies and sometimes we would find South Shields boxes and even Mallaig.

Such a resource for beach fires and sand boats. Now less fishing but the plastic boxes have a lasting impact.

Ran home and making a chick pea curry for myself as the family have scattered.

Another day off tomorrow, allotment fever probably.