At How Caple: Hook and Winch x

A tiring day, when the little things become big things.

The hook has been trying to escape the winch all day. Normally I can pick up a load and angle the hook on the winch so that it doesn't drop it, when the load is down and relaxed. It means climbing up and re hooking every time. I don't mind this, But after a few loads, you begin to resent the hook, like an annoying work mate who is having a joke all the time, when you just need to get on.


Anyway, it was a misty start to the morning. I looked at my annoying work mate and thought it at least looked nice against the cold autumn mist. That will do x