The Road Home

Walked up to the village at 09.30.  As I was in the bus shelter Carol and Rosie came through the haar (heids doon) into a stiff north wester on their pushbikes.  All that was missing was a chequered flag.  I asked Rosie where her man, Eoin, was.  At home fixing the campervan.  However, he probably didn’t need today’s cycle as about four weeks ago he cycled from Kirkwall to Rome.  I know.  When the research was over I did the return journey; it was just dry enough to cut the grass.  Bruiser will be round for his share  later.  CMC indicates I have to have a stock-check in the Bothy.  I didn’t argue.  For starters I solved the conundrum of the missing Springbank.