Rackwick Burn

After a recent, incessant, 36hr bout of rain the Rackwick Burn is channeling it away out into the confluence of the North Sea and the Atlantic as swift as it can.  Meantime, back at HQ, the Current Mrs Creel had several laughs at my expense today.  A parcel had arrived for me – an anticipated pair of new dancing pumps.  Alas they supplied children’s shoes several times too small.  You’ll no be hearing about the other incidents.  At the Care Home my mother even joined in.  When I asked her if she still thinks I’m a blessing she said ‘Yes, but at the moment you’re nothing but a bloody pest’.  Verbatim.
 
The shoe horn has emerged.  Who knew they hibernated ?