Jill, myself and the hairy black dog went for a walk around Ardfern to knock the initil creases out of our bodies and then set off gently drifting down Craignish, past the grumpy man's hut and into a little bay opposite Crina. Had lunch and then went of r a little walk ashore (no 2), then it was doen to the mouth of the estuary close to crinan where we went for the third walk before finallly back to the little bay for a night on the hook.
Now that’s a house that fits my character! I’d have a ‘SOD OFF’ doormat and an underfed Mastiff in a kennel near the front door.
The bones of officialdom’s minions would be used to lime the potato patch.