The Tide is High

Goodbye Matthew Perry. That was quite a shock to read when I woke up - and then, reading a bit further, I realised I hadn’t known he was such a troubled guy for so many years. 
But we’d troubles of our own to attend to over at the pontoon. Which I did with a small work party. Oh Lordy, the cold rain did sluice down while the pontoon jolted about in the wind. Please stop. Where have those benign old west winds gone? And the high tide later was kicked up with the storm surge. How high above high water are our cottages now? 
Later, visitors! A little granddaughter with a pumpkin to be carved by expert Grandad and the small walking boy too. Not just walking, but champion at picking things up and throwing them. There’s a skill to be developed further. Like, understanding which objects Grandad allows to be thrown. And where.