It’s been yet another cold week at shell island, except for the last hour.
Spot and myself have just been watching the end of the camping season firework finale, in the car with the heater on, now neither of us want to go outside, back into the cold.
As usual the firework display was worth watching, a good mix of piazza over boom, though some did reverberate through the car.
Spot as always was great, this has been a way of ldesensitising her to fireworks. Now when she hears then at home she hardly takes note.
Now to make my way through the smoke, creeping its way across the island like a sinister swirling grey fog hiding the cold.
I have to; I need a pee.