Sunday morning, I wake up and think **** I forgot to stow the ladder yesterday. Unfortunately I'm in Kent and the ladder has already been pushed up by the overnight high tide. Try to work out whether the ladder will be bent into a concertina or whether my lashing will have slid up the support post until it lifted the lean-to roof off its support. I think I'd rather the ladder was bent on the whole as the roof was thoroughly refurbished last year and I don't suppose the working party would fancy a replay this winter.
Ring Tam and let him know, he seems relatively relaxed, not to say slightly amused.