Last of the Evening Sun

One day back and I'm already behind in the blip routine. Jesus, these days come around too quickly. Down to Granton sur Mer (or sur Mud) for a club meet; half way through we popped out to have a look at the results of the dredging work as it was a good low tide which uncovered most of the harbour.
A day off beckons! And the geezer round the corner has popped a street party notice through the door. Now, I'm no Royalist, but.. party.. street..standing about nattering and drinking beer as part of your civic duty? Count me in!