Meantime in Dunkeld......

I'm not exactly sure how these things work but l went to bed in Orkney  and now find myself in Blairgowrie, despite  having slept as soundly as a leotard.  But not Leo Kottke (qv). Tablet covered in cider vinegar*  Mr Smith would be proud of me as l met 'A Lady of the Glen' from Blair Atholl.  I've really felt in command today. CMC has been astonished; she had to spend some time contemplating the Tay, then moved to Dunkeld Cathedral.  For my own reference l must record that when Caille visited us she admitted to having tea pot envy.  We were shocked.  The welcome notice at our accommodation is life enhancing.


*it was a bitter pill to swallow.