Beach Boys

I became inveigled in a Blipmeet today.  I duly turned up to meet said Blipper with a copy of Pravda (a big seller in Kirkwall) under my arm   The Blipper appeared and was instantly recognisable with a ‘Crochet Weakly (sic) under the same arm, for it was Cigs q.v.  I would implore anyone who wishes to see a developing series of sharp images, great compositional skills, unusual patterns and perspective with a rich variety of tones to pop along and see the Cigster’s pics.  The gritty side of all EH postcodes need documenting.  It is good to know that the consummate Blipper Cigs is out there doing it on our behalf.

Cigs even treated me to a haggis and mustard Panini, which was served alongside my chervil omelette.   There was no mention of Arthur Montford during the light banter.  CMC turned up to meet us, after her badminton, and we went home via Scapa beach; we managed to shake off Cigs near to the helter-skelter.  These two boys were haggling over their kite hire business.  It’ll never get off the ground.