Grit your teeth

Someone may be able to detect a point of orange light.  To save sleepless nights you need to know it’s CMC’s nephew driving the gritter across in Hoy.

A benign day in which we visited the Dounby foothills for the exchange of seasonal gifts.  Back at HQ I picked purple sprouting and sprouts from the tunnel.  Parsnips, neeps and beetroot were gathered too.

A decent night’s dancing last night in the toon.  A night of John Drewry dances awaits – the last of the year.

No Face, no name, no number – it’s a long time since Mr Fantasy.