Waiting for the Daughter

She only works next door, so it seemed the obvious place. I've got to say it was her suggestion that we meet up, which was a most happy coincidence, as I had much news to impart. All of which she took wonderfully well; she's a credit to us, she really is.
And later, after a most wonderful venison stir-fry (I think that's the traditional method), it was up to Castlehill for an excellent piece of film and live music. Official festival too! So that meant that Grouse was the only whisky available? Again, I was traditional. Stirred, not shaken. Or fried.