My dwelling place shall be

Yes, I’d only one thing to do today as the lift out had been delayed 24 hours. And that was to take over my wooden blocks to the yard. Daren’t leave them there over the summer. They’d walk. 
Anyway, here’s my overwintering slot between Keda and Gosling. And between filthy downpours I managed to bring the boat over from its mooring. 

And then a bombshell: Alex Salmond collapsing and dying at some obscure conference in North Macedonia. Scotland has lost a huge figure there, though obviously he was much diminished by recent events.

As a few pals know, I knew him well when we were students. My memories go back fifty years but are very fragmentary; I have no photos; I wrote no journal. I can picture him well though: he was a skinny whippet of a guy, with a beige corduroy jacket and chairman Mao type cap. Smoked a lot too. But mostly he was driven. I should add he was driven by me. As I was only a first year student and he was in third year you could even say he befriended me because I had a mini-van. Well, probably yes, but I enjoyed it. We drove all over, delivering the FSN Newspaper (Federation of Student Nationalists). I even joined him for tea with his folks at their house in Linlithgow. He only ever gave me one bit of advice. I think you’d look really good if you smoked, Jim, was what he told me. I’ll consider it, I said.