hole in the sky

Early start today, mainly because Diamond Darren was calling to confuse me with builder-speak about dry lining, rockwool, rebates and batons. Lots of whistling through teeth and furrowed brows.

So then it was off down to the deserted beach. The lonely sea and the sky and lungfuls of sea air.

Up to the caff for a short stack of pancakes and maple syrup with eggs (over-difficult). Then the long crawl over the moors behind a tractor pulling a caravan seemingly following a mobility scooter with the brakes locked on ... following a blind tortoise.