A few hours chipping away at the coal face at OT rates before chumming Baz and the hound along the beach at Porty. Although drizzly, it lifted at points and was almost bright before closing back in again.

I headed off to have lunch with Her but in the end we took a flask of hot tomato soup and walked off into the gloom and up Blackford Hill (a place Her lass has recently taken to hanging out with her mates - boys and booze I suspect are more important than the location but it still gives them a quiet out of sight place to get up to mischief)

Having clocked up the miles, we made it home and a fine dinner  - consults notes and finds no mention of what was ingested - was had in relative peace.