Birch

I love to see the peeling papery bark on birch trees, and the shiny new mahogany coloured layers beneath. Orkney is renowned for its lack of trees, but there are one or two about the place, mostly in sheltered spots in folk's gardens, which is where I spied this one.

On the bathroom front, things are moving on a-pace. In between doing some baking I was able to help out with a bit of plasterboard manoeuvring. Very tricky bringing an 8 x 4 foot sheet over from the shed in a howling gale!