Imogen and Alba at Breakfast

The party, which had been to celebrate my Aunty Jean's 80th; started to flag after a breakfast for two dozen folk.  The distaff side assemble very infrequently.  We hadn't met some of the folk for 12 years. Many of them haven't been to Scotland.  Three hadn't heard of it.  Playing my Ambassador's role l suggested they move to Patagonia.

I needed scaffolding to tackle my breakfast.

We have to travel home via Shetland.  Apparently we are not allowed to get out and kiss the tarmac at Sumburgh.

Dancing is recommencing in Stromness on Tuesday evenings.