Sands o' Wright

Having visitors means I have been twice in the Southern Parish in one week.  This time a quick canter at the Sands of Wright then steaming into Robertsons’ for a great value meal.

It’s now The Botanist all round with a ‘suitable’ tonic and ice cubes and chunky sliced cucumber.

The Current Mrs Creel informs me that after a light tea it will be cards again until midnight.  It could be Canasta, Nomination Whist, 150 or Crib.

I blame Ally McLeod and the entire SFA, past and present.  And nowadays, nowadays ?  They’ve all got their snouts in the same trough; if not up each.....*

*Nurse Ratched arrives with monkey-gland injection.

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