Rackwick Revisited

An exceedingly dull day in which Hoy disappeared.  We set off on a voyage into the unknown but docked at the Hoy Pier and went through to Rackwick. 

A superb gig last night with Gemma Donald and Alan Small; imperious playing.

Tonight, at my dancing class one understands, I’ll be requesting the Floozie in the Jacuzzi, a 48 bar reel, square set.

I’ve just put the fish parcels in the oven as the Current Mrs Creel entered the door.  Apparently it’s all in the timing.  I went to the tunnel and came out with lettuce, rocket, watercress, coriander, radish to make a salad.  The tatties are ramping.  I’ve just switched them doon.  I think you should stop reading now.