Sky down to the ground

Mrs Oons and I first met at an exhibition on Black Wednesday. We went for a coffee. She asked where I wanted to be in five years time. I said somewhere the sky came down to the ground. She made magic happen.

Of course, on the Black isle, it comes down to the ground everywhere.

Best wishes for a better 2022, and malevolent ill wishes to 2021 and the political ideologues who brought us so low