The Ever Mystical Coastline

Some mystical walking has happened.  I phoned Phil and he stunned me by saying he is going to Ludlow for two weeks.  We have arranged to meet at an event that’s part of the Orkney Science Festival, to be held in the Hoy Kirk.  He will then immediately be leaving for two weeks in Portsoy.  I phoned the Chair of the Friends of the Hoy Kirk to see if our account (Marseille Branch) has been laundered successfully.  She indicated I could issue the latest minutes (x2) and the notes from the meeting with a proposed fund raiser.  All the while I could hear my b-i-l giggling feverishly and stuffing bank notes int a suitcase (he had to sit on it at one stage).  I find myself heavily conflicted, with what I don’t know.  CMC returned from her overnight escapade in Hoy.  This means I can give Mr Snuggly the boot.  We had an astonishing hot afternoon – even G&Ts ootside.  Only two hours later we have had biblical rain stotting off the grund.
 
Ludovic Kennedy was a Scorpio.