Rays of evening sun

A wee birl along to St John’s and back - a blustery and sometimes wet day - no swimmers to be seen for the first time in months. I even went over and checked my lines - I must get some snubbers. A fender skirt or fender socks? Luckily in strong easterlies the boat sits off the pontoon so I’m OK for the moment. 
And a meet up with McC the younger for posh coffee in the usual place. Much good chat about the diminishing cultural highlights in our diminished world. Well, once we'd got past discussing his very wonderful apple and elderberry pie. 
And down south, and indeed all over, we now have three covid lockdown tiers. Shit, shittier and shittiest. Though rumours are that NS is considering something a bit more severe at the top end just for us. Oh joy. Beat that, Arlene Foster!