Night draws in

Night draws in and the sun tries to make an all-too-late appearance, but fails. Flotta is barely discernible on the horizon.

Spent quite a while watching a hare this morning making a form and washing itself. It was trying to hunker down in the long grass behind the house, slightly out of the wind. Only ten yards from the kitchen window. It then dozed - although its eyes were hardly closed. It was there for just over 2 hours.

Only enough folk at dancing last night for one set!

Plans are evolving for a walk round Arran in May. Or so the Chair of the Creel Headquarters Entertainment Committee informs me.