Skating Home

The early frost soon got a shift under a deluge of steady icy rain.  By this time little Red Riding Hood had skated along the road to Creel HQ.  We had a gleeful day. 

Our Birsay correspondent phoned to arrange a whisky tasting; I’m not sure whether this will be a home or away fixture. 

In the evening we took my Mum to the Kirk and she then treated us to a meal in the Royal.