So, not Maoile Lunndaidh, then. 

A slow start, with Her getting the 19 to Porty whilst I tidied up and then cycled a more direct route to meet Her and then onwards to greet Barry for a birthday lunch in the Espy. 

Sh headed home by bus, I got a copy of Nutmeg in the Porty bookshop and then dropped the bike at West Richmond Street before completing the journey to Her's on foot.

The plodding continued when I went out to fetch the Lokster from oot west and managed to nab the 5 minutes of sunset as we strode homewards.

I'd also managed to procure some mince on my travels, so mince and tatties and a bus home to pack for Thursday's consolation prize beckonned. 

Photo is straight fae the camera