Rackwick Cliffs

A rather muggy start to the day has seen us retreat from Rackwick because of the midges.  We are now holed up in Garson, through in Hoy, manfully trying to keep up with the unending cups of tea and floury bannocks and fresh scones.  A woman’s work is never delegated (from CMC’s ‘Little Red Book’).  But thinking about it.................