A Quiet Moment on the Old Scapa Road
Met up with Dougal, and his keeper, for Sunday lunch. We laughed as they reminisced about their honeymoon 48 years ago. In Shetland. Dougal ran out of fags. I spent my honeymoon in a far more exotic location.
Whilst we were having our meal the wind had the temerity to veer from south east to south west. It’s hardly safe to leave the house.
I think we may have swithered too much but after browsing through the Green Shield stamps catalogue we have decided on his ‘n her opera glasses.
‘Please, help, someone, is there an Emergency Exit in this Blip?’ – Clare Balding.
The Dalai Lama is