Don't Take Offence

More pending polycrub preparations, I feel the next phase will be waiting on weather.  Then more final touches, but this time for my second visit in a week (!) to Flotta; pop 80.  Whilst the Current Mrs Creel was away at her ice hockey Crusher was out.  But not for the Count.  Ravens were croaking overhead, but no barrelling displays.   Doos were rapidly skimming into their roosting rocks.  Difficult to know how pure they are or whether they have interbred with the occasional visiting wood pigeon.  Starlings also roost there.  From the Spring onwards there are small rafts of Tysties ad a few fulmars floating below the cliffs .  If you are a purist with an ornithological bent you can recommence reading now.   Akala has dropped me a line to indicate that his book has, at long last, been published;  he has been inside for a few years.  In turn the first three chapters are titled Uplifting, Weightlifting, Shoplifting.  After a hiatus, Desmond reports as follows:  he spent a torrid night with Hairy Dan and Big Nelly above a Rochdale chipper. He read them extracts of V S Naipaul to try and soothe their brows.  Remember you wouldn’t have to read any of this if you didn’t Blip.