Huts

One of the features of Dysart Harbour is a row of huts belonging to boat owners. 

I found myself there for some fresh air this morning, in spite of the wet and windy weather. I think my Blip is straight, but the hut is not. Feel free to disagree. 

The day turned into a real Monday, but I stuck at it until almost 17:00.

At lunchtime I thought it felt like my birthday, with parcels arriving at the front door. A new book. Cheese from Mull. Venison salami from... Roy Bridge, I think. 

A few bits of cheese and salami became a nice anti-pasta once work was finished - the red wine almost joined them, but it's only Monday.