Tuesday

Afterburn



On another note, I was lying about the winter swells, 20ft today and windy with it. And my wonderful tank of a car is once again honking of fusty wetsuit and pukey sex wax, ahhhhhhhh.

Sunday

Uig Ablaze



Last night the heath fires were roaring whilst we drank cocktails in an old school house. Today the glen is black-char and smoking.

Home

*picture and quote courtesy of Phil.

Seems I flew back with the Gannets, the "Rolls Royce of birds"... and the changing of the clocks. We've now light til 9pm and the winter swells are abaiting, bad news for the boys, good news for us beginners. Now if only them banks would sort themselves out.. maybe one more storm before before summer please.