Decisions, decisions . . .

Now, do we take the piece of wood or the length of rope? Poor dog! Ollie and I headed round the cliffs again this afternoon and spent a lot of time watching fulmars and gulls, taking photos of spring flowers on the grassy ledges etc and then I spotted, down below us, a substantial length of good looking rope! We shinned down the cliffs and then I spied a some pieces wood on the shore too. I'm fairly strong, although I do have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but didn't think I could manage both.

I set to, untangled the rope and coiled it neatly then hung it over the longest length of wood and carried it over my shoulder. We couldn't get up the cliff the way we'd come down so had to trek along the rocks until we found a suitable track up. Great sense of achievement to bring home wood and rope!

Now I shall go and endeavour to become slightly more feminine, rid myself of the smell of the sea and smarten myself up as we are off out for a belated birthday meal! Whoopee!