A Bonny Day in Dornoch

Things were going so well. I called in past HG's in Dornoch and, as they erected the screens in the café, I lumbered up with my fork 'n knife.

Then in Inverness things got a peedie bit worse for I was involved in a 'shunt'. No-one hurt but the car is impounded in Inverness awaiting lengthy and expensive repairs. We were transported to Newtonmore by superb friends B and S fae Nairn. The Saga continues.....