On the Run

The fishman was on time – rather disarmingly he plays an ice cream chime when he arrives.  I didn’t ask for 99 haddock.  After working on a tunnel I realised I’d set off one of CMC’s listening devices.  So I thought I’d make a break for it by louping the boundary.  After this daring moment the wind gradually picked up, with a hint of north, and fairly clouded over.  More border maintenance and a mini-stravaig to the post box in the village.  Met Carla and Fraser coming off the school bus.  I’ve just dismounted from the bouncy castle of inevitability.  


It’s my big day oot the morn.