All that's left . . .

This doorway is virtually all that is left of the shed on the shore.  The old roof timbers are still there, a heap of rotten wood overgrown with elder and dockans, and the remains of a bit of wall.  

Down in the Community Garden this morning, doing the annual spring tidy. There were a good crowd of us, weeding and pruning, planting bulbs and dividing perennials in the bitter showers!  Between times the sun did show its face and we sat on upturned buckets and enjoyed the home bakes everyone had brought!  

Back down to the village this evening for the showing in the hall of The Imitation Game - excellent and very moving.