Top of Arran

The head and chest of the Sleeping Warrior from Prestwick this morning, shrouded in cloud while we had clear skies. It seems to be always thus, although I’m sure it is sunnier on the south side? 
Numbers of Romeos depleted this morning with one of our pack off to The Fringe to listen and meet with Oor Nicola. £75 for that pleasure. He has all his questions scribbled down on a wee bit of paper, and has an extremely sharp brain which may render even Ms Sturgeon speechless! I asked him not to give my erstwhile leader a hard time. Ha!

Sorting out next year’s holiday just now, with flight bookings and kennel bookings. Cancer be damned. I’m going!