Wet

A happy morning (nothing to do with RSA winning the rugby final) nipping over to Porty returning some lost property to its owners - a young couple expecting their second child. They were very grateful indeed.
Back, and in need of some exercise, I sloped over to the boatyard to scrape away at the underbelly. I’d forgotten how quickly autumn turns into a time where working outdoors becomes much less pleasant.
So it was an evening for a warm fire and shutters closed. And the Godfather to view again. It’s not half bad though the SK, viewing it for the first time, does suggest it’s something of a boys movie. That’s one view, I guess.