Stromness is Agog

Our pals fae Methlick departed this morning. I then went across to my Mum's in Stromness. She still thinks I'm a blessing. The town is busy preparing for the folk festival; there's lines of bunting everywhere.

On returning to base I cut the grass* and did some light duties in the borders.

The Current Mrs Creel continues to be the perfect wife. She has also wrestled control of the keyboard.

Molly Weir was a Pisces.

* I've had that Pesky Jerry Garcia on the blower.