Coiffure

It was a pleasantly slow start to the day. The Gorse Fox had to take the Silver Vixen across to the hairdresser. The idea was that he would drop her and return an hour later to collect her. As he headed back he received a message to delay by ten minutes. Too late, he was already en route. Then another message came in, suggesting he should wait a further 20 minutes. Not to worry, he had his book, so settled down in a car park by the beach to while away the delay. Time ticked by and he headed back to the hairdresser and went inside to wait. In the end, it was another 30 minutes before all was finished and the Silver Vixen was released from the various instruments of torture.

The Gorse Fox popped into a local garage who advertise that they buy cars. The buyer was not available, so the Gorse Fox left his details. He doesn't really expect to hear from them, but it was worth a try.

Much of the rest of the day has been spent back in bowels of the photo library. He has pulled out the relevant photos to send to Brother Clement, and he has done a bit more filing and categorisation.