The Cuilags, Hoy

Waking up in Hoy I found myself cajoled into going to the shed, finding some wood and ensuring that the trim at the back of the kitchen windows is finished.  After measuring, plenty of fine joiner work and painting, Ziberoonie joined the party.

We peaked too early and, after taking our time with Cask Strength Aberlour A’Bunadh we were asked to leave not just our prime positions by the stove, the kitchen, or the house, but the island.

We caught the ferry after having signed a FOI request from our wives.

I am searching EBay for a tin hat.

A mystery package has arrived from a Blipper.  Fae Sooth.  It is being handled by my solicitors.