Pointing to Morven (Caithness)

Despite the big build up to today’s music, Pete called and indicated he wouldn’t be available.  In rapid time Frank messaged to say he was already across the Firth anyway, and travelling south, to go pot holing.  Stuart wasn’t best pleased.   This allowed CMC to confer with me about our future expedition plans.  I received a booking for CM taxis in early August, which I’ll now be able to honour.

I’ll need to confirm with the Blip Nurse over the weekend as the ointment is just not working.  I accidentally smeared some on the Lady magazine*.
My s-i-l arrived for tea.  We ate it.  There isn’t much more you can do with it.

* To confused of Nuneaton:  Lady Magazine is not a person.