A Town Like Alyth

There is no evidence of a Neville Shute blue plaque. We even rewarded ourselves with a visit to a café - hedonism writ large. 

Today any scenery that existed completely  disappeared, maybe dissolved.  Every Angus burn is full.  We have been utterly drookit.  CMC has been wearing a snorkel most of the day.    Only 11.7 miles but every step has been through a paddy field, if indeed one is allowed to say 'field' nowadays.  The Isla is overflowing.  In the hilly sections I was somewhat irked by the weight of my euphonium, l knew we shouldn't have attended the roup.  We have checked in at our 5* B and B (See Tigh Na Leigh Alyth) and I've had to ask the patron for a map of the bed.


Scullion has transmitted from the Orcades to say the Patersons (Anstruther branch) are still being offhand.