Hardware

Out to see the aunt and she quickly put me to work, re-doing her shower sealant. Of course firstly we had to go and get some of the stuff - and there’s a most lovely little hardware store in Main Street, and he has absolutely everything - only three of everything, but everything. Cash only.
And we chatted away before I got down to work: she was remembering (after our discussion about Orkney and the Italian Chapel) the Italian POWs coming through to work on the forestry nursery behind Gatehouse, driven over from Newton Stewart by Andy McCready a guy too young to join the military but who also played the box accordion while they sang away. 
Homeward via Wickes to buy some 8’ stakes. Yes, the stakes are high.