Greyfriars

A meet up with the daughter at 10:15 to look at a rather nice venue for the wedding reception. Means you have to organise a lot of it yourself of course, but that gives her a bit more scope for doing something a bit different. Like getting her Dad to pump the organ.
After a coffee and chats, it was back to Dockside Place to cut my way through Dug's discarded pile of wood piled up at the bottom of the vegetable beds. I even got to swing my two handed axe into some of the larger pieces with most pleasing results. Well, apart from the aching shoulder.
And at last we make a start on the Game of Thrones that I dipped a toe into up on Skye. I think our enjoyable nonsense slot will be more than adequately filled for the next few months.