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.
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