A damp cathedral

The Creel HQ rain gauge is still working overtime.  CMC has repaired to Hoy whilst I have been left to deal with the deft banter of the mannie who runs the fish van.  I also have to rustle up tea; I predict that the Current Mrs Creel will be stunned by the combo of mince pie, tatties wedges, spinach and fried ingings.  I have already rustled up some whisky for tonight’s guests.