Tuesday, January 12, 2021
Three days of rain ended with a leak in our porch ceiling, from the valley in the roof above. We had a leak from the valley on the other side of the bungalow a couple of years ago, so Greger knew who to phone.
It's probably thanks to a heavy fall of snow on the east coast that the roofer and his mate were available to drive over this morning (our snow's all gone) and do an emergency repair job, hoping this will hold until spring.
I took a walk along the camp-site and round to the golf-course. The tide was far out, and for the first time I made my way across the broad stony spit to the edge of the water in order to get a bit closer to two common scoter.
I still wasn't very close, and I couldn't sit down anywhere to steady the camera - plus I was looking into the sun. Enough excuses. Otherwise, it was just the usual suspects - or at least, some of them.
