Since I didn't get to meet Donald Trump on the beach walk last week (more's the pity),
I pretended this green egg box was him instead.....
Quite an art work, n'est ce pas? Do you think the Tate might be interested?
Feeling so much better after this spot of imagined dismemberment, I accompanied Gail on a lovely - although damp - excursion up Millstone Hill, one of old Hamish's favourite haunts (click to biggify).