Heading North

Well, we all know what Pat Metheny thought about cathedrals.  I rest my case.

Up with the lark, it flapped about all night, we had a glistening kipper for breakfast.  We then braced ourselves to meet the denizens of Buckie.  We travelled on three bus journeys to retrieve our car in Aviemore.

As a coincidence our landlady is a Stromnesian.  In fact she's Frankie's niece.  Few Blippers would admit to such a revelation.

Goat's cheese pizza for tea.  Not salt fish.