The Hall of Clestrain

Down at Clestrain to pick up Jean, but she’d forgotten and was at the Kirk.  She turned up later, having left Ivan with a boiled egg.  I had Sunday lunch with my Mum then bought a Sunday paper – the second this year!  Well, I’d been parted from Daphne Broon for too long. 

There may be some traction tonight (either pre or post) for Quarries Procession.  Sometimes it’s hardly safe to venture out.  Stealthily through a rapid twilight........