Longmorn

Findhorn! Boats and a coffee at the community. Burghead (captivating so it was) and then Lossiemouth - a rather fine Westerly Berwick to inspect. Then Elgin. Jeesus - I'd forgotten what towns with no bohemians are like. Bars with Sky TV and nachos and uncouth youths and bints. Cafes with Grannies. Buggies and dugs. Call me snobby. Ach, probably true. And not everywhere has the ridiculous money sprayed about in the metropolis.
But once out in the country I was thrilled. I even did a detour to find the Haughs of Cromdale just 'cos Ewan MacColl had sung the Jacobite song.
And Longmorn! I am in possession of a fine fine fine 16 year old. So I blipped it across the fields. And happy birthday Piglets!