Sammy's 11th Gotcha Day

Fairly dull all day, and that cold northerly wind continues. 

I've been working in the museum all day again, and a steady day of visitors.  I was also helping out with some Wool Week packing.  Walkies after work, and then headed off to the shop for my evening shift.  More walkies, and then feet up. 

Another year, and another special celebration for Sammy, as it's his 11th Gotcha Day.  He was a right skinny scruff ball the first day, never listened (still doesn't), but has been a bundle of joy since.  As he was a stray rescue, we still don't know his exact age, but probably coming up to 13 years old later in the year.  Sammy sitting below our house, at Moore's Slip, Scalloway.  Note the Swan LK 243 on the slip.