North Gaulton Castle

A very fine day for the Current Mrs Creel and myself to walk out to this sandstone stack, it’s about 170’ in height. 

My ankle travelled separately.

Sadly, after yesterday’s Covid pronouncements, Connie and Desmond will not now be able to travel up fae Forres this weekend, as had been planned.  They always entertain us with tales of extremely benign weather in the Laich.

Therefore we’ve had to cancel DJ Sven and the caterers.  Luckily we were able to catch Madame Phyllis ‘Zaza’ Van Reenen as she was about to board the flight in Dubrovnik directly to Flotta.  Her zither plucking will be a miss.  Her performing dogs will be disappointed.  And her tame ocelot, confusingly also called Desmond, will be vexed.

So, all bets are off, even simmits are off today.  And don’t get me started on the Damart catalogue.