No Room At The Pier

Up early after a latish night.  M took the artist and her partner to catch the 9am ferry as the later ones were on alert.  I took the dogs over the field and down to the village to pick up the car which we'd left overnight.  Hardly anyone to be seen.  Did glance into one of the hotels on Main St to see a couple enjoying the full Scottish breakfast including tins of Irn Bru.  The fishing boat in the photo is there because there was no mooring space left on the pier.  Fishing is off as the fish markets have closed because of Covid-19.

I feel that our government is making a terrible mistake by not locking down the country.