The Ivy Bedecked

Hurray! Breakfast at the Ivy with a companion seemed like the epitome of luxury after 15 months of monastic seclusion at the kitchen table with no companion and a couple of oatcakes to eat.

My breakfast companion kindly gifted me some little bottles of gin to keep me company during my stay in Orkney next month. My reputation on the gin front is apparently widely known.

Home to make ginger biscuits and have an exercise walk meant another day had almost seamlessly slipped into history.