Channelling

This composition came into view and I thought of BillBoard.  As one does.

A calm day but overcast.  A walk as far as the pilot house above the harbour, via the mobile post office in Pulteneytown, to deposit donations from DH's service.  If I'd been organised, I'd have gone to the 'regular' post office - which is the size of a small cupboard - yesterday.  They're closed on Fridays.  
In the afternoon, filling up the car, which was eventually accomplished.  Couldn't get the tank open, until I thought of locking the car and unlocking it again.  Most of the time, there's no problem getting the gas cap off.  But occasionally the flap just won't open, and can't remember how to release it.