As Catherine wasn’t due to get back from Spain until later this evening, it meant that she wouldn’t
get home until Monday. This in turn meant that I had a day to myself, and a car with a full tank
of petrol (not to mention sunglasses, no smokes though, and it wasn’t dark….).

So I shot off past the house to check on progress, before following my nose to whatever took my
fancy. Before long I found myself heading out to the stone circle, again just outside of Northy’s
stamping ground. With the camera set up on a mini tripod, on top of one of the stones, I soon
realised, that using the remote control wouldn’t give me enough time to sit down properly. I
discovered this by taking several photos of my arse. Nice.

Eventually after around four attempts, I decided that the self timer might be a better idea. I
shot off a couple more frames, before deciding to call it a day, and head home.