The Warden won't see you now....

So this is how it all started.  I rented a croft in Rackwick.  One Summer the warden of the hostel was away.  The Current Miss Creel was the temporary hostel warden.  Every day she would cycle up from Hoy to carry out her warden duties, in between studying for her Highers.  (I asked for several other cases to be taken into consideration).  I would watch out for her blue bicycle leaning against the dyke.  This happened every day for three weeks.  I composed a well worded note and put it in the key hole to her uncle’s croft.  That day I watched (binoculars) and waited.  She never showed.  Then a van appeared.  Her father had given her a lift; something must be wrong with the bike.  The van stopped.  Her dad got out and strode towards the croft.  He saw the note and read it.  I immediately needed a change of underwear (you had to know CMC’s father).

Coming round on the operating theatre I was still prone to bouts of hysteria.

A great day today to be across in Hoy.  Today went from Maelstrom to mellifluous.  The weather wasn’t bad either.  Veering northerly later.   Will the Mambo catch on in Auchterless?