Junk.

Okay, let's see what we have. One of Magnum's old discarded bones and a mahogany offcut from the new French doors.
I'm going to make something with these. I think I have all the tools here.
When Magnum was a puppy I popped in to our local butcher to see if he had any dog bones. He wiped his hands in his apron, folded his arms, looked at me sternly, and said.
"I have pig bones, sheep bones, and cow bones. No dog bones!"
He has been providing a regular supply since. He's a funny guy.
I'm not going to tell you what I plan to make until I'm finished in a few days. However, if you want to guess, feel free. I'll give a heart to the first to come close. Them Bones.

I put a very small slice of our day in Howth on a folio. I stuck to scenic shots, disregarding all the shots of us misbehaving ourselves in the various hostelries. Hope you like them.