Today it was really foggy in the morning so I awoke to the sound of fog horns blaring all over the place. Maybe that would be one disadvantage to living on an island with a fishing-based economy. Other than that, I enjoyed to fog. I went to the southern tip of the island which ends in high cliffs. It was one of those magical, edge-of-the-world sort of experiences.
And this is looking straight down a couple of hundred feet:
Some more lupins:
I suspect this little squirrel had been told to stay put, though it seems to me that a railing beside a path might not be the best place to be told that:
I like this place. I think I could stand to live here. But, sadly, tomorrow I have to move on, drive some more, and then buckle down and get back to work.
Sydney
Alan Schmierer