Cromarty

An early morning valedictory canterette through Cromarty before the A9 north.  We said cheerio to Roxy before crossing the Black Isle.

For some reason best known to herself CMC dragged me kicking and screaming into the Dornoch whisky shop.  The boys put two bottles past for me a few weeks ago.

Back at Creel HQ I peacefully swing in my hammock; she plays me a nocturne whilst channeling Arno Babajanian.