Waiting on Sherkin Island this morning for the ferry to pick us up. Just a short visit for me, I'd only remembered on the quayside earlier that my woolly hat was nestling cozily on the radiator in the hallway at home. So an ear-tingling journey was had. Just before we got off on the outward journey to Sherkin (extra), Mags was gathering her balloons for her daughter's birthday at the weekend. As I climbed the hill from the pier, I heard a shout as one balloon had escaped its confinement and was heading back to the mainland, making the most of the quickening breeze.