This way to the Rhubarb

Did I do not a lot, WFH or what? There was a brief stop at lunchtime to blether with one of the area's luminaries. And sit in the sun, but out that cold NE wind. The yard at the foot of the steps, far from being a dumping ground is quickly becoming the sit ooteri of choice. Just as well we bought a tasteful wooden woodstore and bunker to go with the Tesco chairs.
Later, the boatie club meeting - and a good one, though I think I took a few too many actions for a man who hasn't yet fixed the door handles back on upstairs.