Rigging the perspective

A more blustery Cromarty day than Pooh ever experienced. Morning (*) spent moving stuff from the Porridge Hill to the refurb house. Closing in on the target. Here we are, waiting for our takeaway lunch at 4pm! Nothing like being organised, is there? Meanwhile, no-one is on the beach. I quite see why.

* II's morning till I've had lunch. Dat's de rules in my world.