Quiet Daze in Cliché

OK so the Hoy Hills are a bit of a Clichy but I only innocently walked past them about 42 minutes ago.  Note the cunning use of the Knap of Trowie.   

Today I was busy in the tunnel with my pal.  I lifted the remainder of the carrots, a few beetroot and some parsnips.  I cut down the two clumps of asparagus and dug around the cabbages and sprouts.  There’s still a patch of watercress and some fennel hanging on.  You didn’t need to know any of this.  You don’t need to know this either but I have an injury and will not be dancing for some time.

We are expecting Bib Bob fae Forres tonight with Peedie Maggie.  Dictated under water / duress / hypnosis; delete / as / inapplicable.