A chilly day.

The ‘lambing snow’ has made its annual appearance.  A quick flip over to Hoy for a meeting.  Then back on the p.m. ferry to go to the physio who will try and get me dancing again.  Because the thermometer has dropped Baz has once again resorted to the airing cupboard.  He’s taking no calls either.  As I type CMC is regaling me with selections from the Ronnie Cooper book of tunes.  And very soothing it’s proving to be.

John is securing the vessel - it’s his last week before retirement.