For Duck’s sake

I genuinely think a duck could have beaten me on a race along the road into East Saltoun. Different story when I turned for home though and had the gale force Westerly at my back. Great fun, until the chain fell off.

Made it back in time for me to keep the dugs out of the way while Mrs S had her conference call.

Earlier, Lewis had come round to help cancel the holiday arrangements. Later there was Mrs Smith’s famous jacket potatoes.