Fetch!

And here we have Basil playing fetch with my original Westie, a little toy one that my mum bought for me when I first decided I wanted one (after watching Hamish Macbeth). Usually it acts as a kind of baby substitute for Polly. It has to be said though that her parenting skills need a bit of work...although at least here she's trying to rectify things.

Well, I'm off to throw a few things into a case now and, all being well, will be Orkney bound tomorrow. I probably won't bother packing my bikini...