Give Us Our Daily Exercise

A huge change in the weather; the wind in from the north, the sea all kicked up and muddied. I had a brief scuttle out to meet David the earnest artist who nabbed a few links of old chain. We also discussed his log homes - one of which I reckon would make a very decent new clubhouse overlooking the harbour. And at that he put down his hacksaw and started getting very enthusiastic. He’d come to an arrangement as having a showhouse on his doorstep would be worth quite a bit to him, he declared. I suppose we’d have to keep it clean and tidy; that may be beyond us.
Later, updated Covid advice! Clarity, clarity, clarity. I was going to give him the benefit of the doubt but the PM is all over the shop here, and strangely unconvincing and awkward. The great communicator. Still, apparently we don’t have to listen to him. Instead, we plucky Scots are sticking with the #stayhome message which is much easier to understand. Though actually, we can go out as often and as long as we want. Hurrah!