Bob's back door

My friend, Bob, lives in the centre of the village. Yet, the view from his back door makes you feel that it is in the middle of nowhere.

The Friday night ritual of sherry with Bob continues, and tonight he gave me some of his chopped wood to take away - magic.

Busy day tomorrow, with a wedding to play at in Torridon, and a trip to Inverness to see "The Nutcracker" - something I have always wanted to see.