Queen of all she surveys

A relatively early morning boating trip off to Ronay, or more precisely one of the small islands surrounding it produced an interesting pile of stones of a probable Iron Age (Roman period to you) provenance. Not much else.
Then a walk with the disgraced Ruadh on Baleshare. She clearly knew she had got it wrong yesterday in her rabbit-induced frenzy and today butter would not melt in her mouth.
The day ended with a film night with a few neighbours. Local Hero an old favourite and apposite living here on the West coast.