Logistics

After our micro-break I spent a bit of the day back-blipping (starting here); I didn't join D in going up to the allotment having discovered that I had a slight case of the twinging screws in my knee, undoubtedly the result of unscheduled rock-scrambling on Treshnish.

Back to, erm, normality with a bump - D encountered several annoyances and I found a series of messages from a couple of people from which I eventually disentangled a most strange misunderstanding. It required the diplomatic skills of a high order, for which I am not noted. :-(

Having slept like a log whilst in Ardnamurchan I was woken at about 5.30 by screaming seagulls. Then later in the day I heard the unmistakeable bleeping of a big truck that had got lost in our local maze of narrow cobbled streets - I was just in time to catch it trying to make its escape. I have blurred the number plate to spare the driver's blushes, but it's not the first time I've seen one of these "Drinks Logistics" trucks stuck in this position!