A more leisurely than usual start, but I swung into action around 10; despatched to start a fire on the beach. She arrived as the flames started climbing through my proto pyre and off we went into the waves of Wardie Bay. Some forceful hits were taken on the way out (big pink stripe across my back, apprently..!) but then a few minutes of bobbing about in the waves as they rolled in relentlessly, occasionally depositing me on the sea floor but mostly an undulating ride through the waves. 

Suitably exhilerated, we exited to throw  more fuel in the fire and warm the toes and other extremities that were feeling  the cold. 

Having been duly smoked, we headed for a shower, tea and then back to Hers to ensure Her lass didn't escape out with her chums in contravention of her grounding.

So a quiet afternoon of local shopping, sketching and half watching the cycling, before chilli was wheeled out and Ratched was delved into. Nicely shot, it lacks continuity and a decent script for me. But still it hooks you in.

Extra is Her, shivering by the fire