Clestrain, the Bay of Ireland, Hoy Sound and Hoy.

It’s been a braw day with plenty o’ sunshine.  So you all know what that means.  It means it’s been a braw day wi’ plenty o’ sunshine.  It means without any cloud in the sky, temps have dropped, and a 40 mph constant wind is making it chilly.  Earlier CMC absolutely insisted I go to the Bothy and carry out a stock take.  She was so right.  After seeing the GP it’s X-Ray time, in a few days. 
 
A certain Welsh based Blipper enquires about Bernard (so send complaints to him not me).  Certainly not to Bernard.  You don’t want him on your doorstep.  So, to Bernard.  After last treading the boards at Lampeter Rep he opened a supermarket in Fishguard.  By ‘open’ - he cut the ribbon.  Cynthia (who claims to be descended from Lady Llangollen)  was manouvering her trolley when B spotted her.  She texted me to say he’d prattled on about cleaning his mashie niblick, finding his mildewed photograph of Sabrina (signed) forming an embalming club, and telling her about his Uncle Perry snorting the powder from a box of Turkish delight.  She indicated by this stage B was really get on her tits.  I declined to text back and ask whether this was literally.
 
Well, it’s all come tumbling out, but it would have been utter madness to have let if fester.