Too wet to drink
I stupidly came home yesterday without my mobile phone, so met Carl at lunchtime to reclaim it. We had niceish pub grub in the Eagles in Glasthule and still had time for a little wander around the village and down to the sea front. Afterwards, I stopped off near Blackrock Baths to see if there were any bliportunities around. Last night had been wet and miserable, with incessant rain pounding down, and things were still dull and dreary and damp, with cloud cover so low hardly any of the Pigeon House chiney stacks were visible. The tide was just going off full, and I thought maybe a few shots of splashing waves might work, but they all came out uniformly and uninterestingly grey. Indeed, this abandoned bottle of mineral water was the only spot of colour anywhere around.
Some work to do tonight, so nothing further to say right now.