Solitaire's the only game in town

Dining alone tonight, after a bit of the Wee Festival of Words. We kicked off at the arts trust beach hut in the harbour, with a choir, ice cream and authors reading their own works. Then a short hop to the sailing club for music and readings by actors of the Harbour based writings, accompanied by strawberry cider and savoury muffin. Pete and I beat a fairly hushed-up retreat before Roy's poem was read (and before we ran out of the quietness.)