Heading North

Shopped in Brora; no - not someone grassing me up, but buying supplies to save doing so on Orkney Mainland. 

A bonny day for travelling, l can hardly wait to recommence grass cutting at HQ. It's a real burden l have to live with but, in my absence, three bottles of amber liquid have been delivered. 

Out of sheer habit we called in past Helmsdale where there was no mirage.

Abnormal service (think folk drinking copious amounts of communion wine and flinging delicately embroidered hassocks around the body of the Kirk) will be resumed next week.