False summit

She thought she was there and that she'd beaten everyone, including the mutt. But as you can see the true summit is behind her on the horizon. Still, it was just a wee bit further and not much higher and the whole hill wasn't all that high (Benarty, 200m). But a nice wee wander nonetheless, with the Moores and then back to their place to eat, watch the cycling, chat. 

Home to get into the garage and crack the dovetail thing. Got it. So the wood's all sanded and set up to cut the joints tomorrow.