Washed out Bass

Rugby, this time on my tiny, tiny screen, and scrambled egg.

I mis-managed a trip to the Tantallon Studios for a Raku firing and we arrived just as the last pot was being lifted from the kiln. Oh dear, I make a terrible hostess. 
A quick walk along the beach after but there wasn't much beach to walk along and everyone was freezing cold. Again mis-managed as the tide was fully in.
Anyway, no-one complained except me.