Toots; Inside Toots Towers, outside the mince pies.
This is Toots Wilson. We paid a visitation yesterday to say hello and drag him away from the warmth of his abode for a stroll on the beach. I hadn't realised how balletic Toots was until he did a pirouette on some iced machair behind the beach and somewhat less than gracefully laid flat on his face on the snowy ice. He got up OK and we completed a short walk before the cutting cold wind and coming rain got the better of us. We retreated to Toots Towers for tea and biscuits - and this Instax snap.