It’s great what we do to work up an appetite for a Boxing Day curried chook lunch. H n I braved the storm and walked over to Port Mary corner with views across Cuan Sound to the Isle of Seil.
I stood there by my Hobbit Hoos wondering where the roof had gone.
While the distaff side tested her new waterproof eye-shadow —
while getting on with the ‘day job’ of photographing the waves and currents.
Aah – very pretty Master’ said my Nigerian driver – nickname ‘Jaguar’ – when he drove me and family through a busy red traffic light on the outskirts of Kaduna in reply to my question – ‘What colour were those lights Jaguar?’
Very Pretty indeed – but what’s happening across the Sound?
There were five people on that headland last time I looked —
Yup – five people I tell you! No doubt youngsters full of Christmas spirit —
That must have sobered them up —
There’s still three at least —
Three – or is it four – could be one on his knees hanging on – or praying. That isn’t bad out of five mad fools.
Chunter – chunter — bloody daft kids — wonder if it was them wot nicked my roof.