Indoor, floodlit, busking

All boats to Hoy cancelled. Chopping wood, lighting the stove. Listened to Robbie Basho. The Necks provided a Drive By. Briefly discussed the turgidity of Marty's 'The Irishman'.

Finally to quote the old chestnut from Phil Cunningham* 'What do you call an accordion at the bottom of Loch Lomond?'...... 'A start'.

And, this time finally, I received a further (birthday) willie warmer fae Elma in Kintore. That's three she's knitted for me over the years. She only measured once. I think it must have been the winter of '63.

*No Violet Tullochs were invoked during the uploading.