Skyfall

A day that turned into 22°+ - quite warm enough for yours truly - and then devolved into heavy stairrods of rain whilst we were out in the golf course. We abandoned any idea of golf after a clap of thunder that was far too close for people with bags of lightning rods to feel comfortable!

LH flew down to Inverness to collect the motorhome today.  He's still in transit as I write at 10:45pm, waiting to board the late ferry at Scrabster.  He'll not be this way until the wee small hours so he's had a bit of a trek today. Very exciting though