Junction Road, Kirkwall

My GP tells me that it is a sign of sheer desperation that I’ve blipped Junction Road.  Medically, I think this is correct.  However, although things were at fever pitch prior to dancing, I still had time to go and buy mushrooms and smoked haddock (fae the butchers) and nip to Kirkwall Post Office.  Cath led the dancing this morning and we danced The Weathercock.
 
The bonus of the day was meeting up with Dougal, with his manager, for lunch.  He had a torrid time medically last week.  But he’s very spirited and it was good to have a catch up.
 
I’ve got to take this more seriously.