Flotta, Fara, Cava and Hoy

All of these islands are a mere smudge on the southern horizon. 
Having washed all the salt encrusted windows, and straightened a few flattened trees, I repaired to the Shack.  M and myself discussed Tony McManus and Alain Genty.  Having expressed bewilderment over Nik Bartsch’s Ronin we then tried to pin the blame on someone for an ill-advised collating of the Brand X Boxset.  Despite having brought the Krankies into the conversation we fully blame the Teddy Boys.    

The Current Mrs Creel has once again travelled into Kirkwall for her keyboard lesson.  She hopes to get tickets for an early evening Hogmanay gig at the Reel.  My part of the bargain is to have the tea ready and the stove lit.  We have decided against dancing tonight !!