Good wine needs no bush and good trees need no blether:
Although not here (a misty and atmospheric Loch Ness):
We were having tea at Nairn, looking out at the Moray Firth,
and I saw, three times in quick succession, a distinctive fin. Waiter reckoned it was an orca, as he’d seen them there recently. Cor!
So, via the wonders of the Caledonia sleeper:
we woke up to this:
Breakfast not in America but in Inverness
And tonight, rather than the upper berth, ya mo be sleeping here.
Bisons: I’m indebted to Stevie Carroll for the link to this great article about the Bristol LGBT Bisons rugby club.
Bagpipes: we’re off tae bonny Scotland later today. Should have some internet on and off, but anything important might have to wait until I get home, except if it’s doable on my phone.
Why not drop by Amazon and pick one up cheaper than chips!
Given the centenary of the RAF, it’s appropriate to keep with the airborne theme. I’m grateful to Graeme Cheater for reminding me of the wonderful late 70’s series Wings, which portrayed the early days of aerial combat in a wonderfully understated and un-Hollywood way. That made me think of Aces High, which was a touch cheesy but well shot, and more than a little slashy (but then any film which shows young men in close proximity risks being slashy).
Back to reading Biggles…