Anchor Me . . . The Mutton Birds

. . . As the compass turns
And the glass it falls
Where the storm clouds roll
And the gulls they call
Anchor me, anchor me, anchor me . . . 

Today Jen and I met for coffee rather than a walk.  We lack commitment if it is raining.  I stopped along Rocks Rd and took this blip.  That is Haulashore Island in the background.  We are under a heavy rain warning but it hasn't happened yet.  No blip from me yesterday.  I just wasn't looking hard enough.