Yesnaby

After an hour or two of complaining how awful I felt this morning and wallowing in bed I finally managed to battle my way out of it. Even managed to cook breakfast. (Once Nauseous Gorgeous thought he could manage to eat).

Then off to Yesnaby for a walk in high winds, surrounded by big cliffs and crashing waves. Best hangover cure ever and we both felt considerably less ropey for it.

Last night was good fun...as far as my hazy memory tells me...