The morning rain cleared after breakfast, just in time for the Easter Bunny to hop his* way through the garden leaving copious quantities of goodies in her* wake.
Once Bella was sick of eating her bounty we went seal hunting, only to be told by Donny the ferryman that we'd come at the worst possible time. 6 hours later would have been much better.
Helped re-felt the shed after lunch then climbed 1100ft on my bike, whizzed back down and spent most of the evening combining about three thousand original photographs into the masterpiece you can see above.
While listening to Layla & G talking about Tantric healing and love therapists. Which they still are.
Think I'll have another beer now.
*I have also been wondering of the Easter Bunny's gender. Any evidence either way?