Breck Transmitting Station

Was that PW heading up Church Road on horseback ?  Perhaps we’ll never know.  Along to my Mum’s early to get her messages and do some light housekeeping.  Then phoned our Caithness correspondent for a whisky chat.

Just as I arrived home HMS St Albans cruised along the Flow below the house – the Current Mrs Creel broke out her rum ration. 

A chillier afternoon than promised.   I am trying to set up a session with Dave the Rave later in the week.  Sometimes you’re just not safe.