The Bu Bay

A far better day with ineptitude writ large.  The camera I had (expensively) repaired is on its last legs again; not that this matters one jot to the Blip quality Dept.  I picked and shelled peas then dipped my toe in the travel insurance market. Just as the postie left I was accosted by two consenting adults who had walked up the track to Creel HQ.  They were lost and looking for the St Magnus Way, the book they were using had the wrong route in it.  It’s hard to imagine Twelve Moons was released 32 ears ago; I went to see it performed in the  Queen’s Hall.