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Portland 2015 - Day Two

I arrive in gale force winds.  No fog today but the sky is white and the icy wind races around my rock.  My chisel wrap, comprising 8 hefty tools, blows clean off the stone like a leaf.  As I am working the top surface, I arrange several smaller blocks to stand on, giving me the height that is needed.  I am repeatedly blown off my perch, and develop a quiet resolve to continue, rather than take refuge in the local pub.  Meet a few hardy dog walkers.  Make some good progress.

Portland 2015 - Day Two