Yesnaby

I dodged showers this morning and wander the woofers up the hill without being rained on.
Home to drop the dogs off, then off to look at a job before heading to town to sort some stuff out. The bathroom fit is stalled as I wait for the joiner to do his bit, so I was able to come home and head out for a wander with my beautiful fiancée before she had to head to work.
Yesnaby remains one of my favourite places and never fails to make me smile. The fulmars were playing in the stiff breeze as breakers crashed up cliffs, and all under fabulous blue skies.
I suppose I should go and do some stuff in the boiler room - back to earth with a bump...