Warebeth (Day 639)

It was very frosty this morning as I wandered up the hill with two dogs intent on murdering each other. I watched a yacht glide into the bay across mirror smooth water.
The morning was spent with mugs of coffee, doing not much at all. After lunch  my beautiful wife and I organised the dogs and ourselves and headed to Stromness, collected Evie the Wonderdog, and went on to Warebeth for a walk along the shore. It was a very low tide and the reflections in the puddles were irresistible.
We shall spend the rest of the day with my parents, watching rugby, eating Chinese takeaway, and perhaps having a small libation.