Wet deck. Hoy Head.

My monthly trip to Flotta coincided again with a very wet day, so there was no hanging around to walk or admire the scenery.

The hanging around came next, while I waited for the garage to open after lunch, to get a second opinion about my 'looking a bit flat' tyre. Norman muttered something about pancakes but couldn't find a nail or stone. So, with the tyre pumped up again and a piece of a giant Toblerone I headed home.
This really is my kind of garage - sending the customer on their way with a gift of chocolate.