Bank holiday shenanigans

Just five sleeps until Loyal Cringing Peasant Day, possums! Don't forget to check where your forelock is so you don't embarrass yourselves in public by tugging the wrong thing.
What's that? Oh, it's strange metal salts precipitated out on the float from the old loo cistern. Probably lead salts.
Extra is from a walk this afternoon in the pleasant woods surrounding Loch Coille-Bhar in Knapdale.