How very oz

Up at 5, on the ferry at 6, Scrabster just after 8, Inverness before 12.

We brunch at the Comfort Food cafe, in the heart of downtown Inverness, where the Covid health advice seems to come from Australia. I knew we weren’t doing things efficiently, but this seems ridiculous.

At Halbeath, I take to public transport while Claire returns to Kinghorn for RNLI duty.

Bill gives me a lift home. Angus arranges to see a Jimny in Scarborough tomorrow (having passed his test on Thursday).

I should go to bed, but instead play bridge and stay up late drinking beer.