No, not Bruce he's fine.
Jill and Bruce plasterboarded the ceiling upstairs. Last one, yay. ( well Bruce did most of it, Jill was the supporting act holding the end up)
The communication hub cupboard looks tidy.
Jill worked on the shed area bit this afternoon, moving out some peat.
Rob was still feeling rubbish, so went back to bed. He has another infection in his foot.
Jill worked outside and then went out. It was a gorgeous evening but the wildlife was grumpy. The Ringed Plovers were definately tetchy.
The 5 Artic Skuas were busy attacking each other. They sound like peacocks when peeved.
A Bonxie tried to steal a fish from, a juvenile Cormarant? or shag? Totally missed the target and landed on top of it. It then decided it couldn't retrieve the fish, so decided to eat the bird. Very grizzly and long so it was lucky they were away out to sea.
It was acrltually quiet but there were some less grumpy birds about. Mrs Wigeon has now only 7.
The light over the coast was stunning.
It was a lovely drive home too.
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