The Village

Not really a day for bipeds.  I went up to the village to get eggs; CMC is about to experiment cakewise.  My Mum wasn’t so confused today when I went to see her.  She was far more pacified and was looking forward to reading her Orcadian.


With cancelled boats the shelves were bereft in Finstown and Dounby.
When I arrived home the Current Mrs Creel had the stove glowing nearly white – I think she’s been reading her copy of ‘Make Steel at Home’ book again.


Vashti Bunyan is 75.