Saturday, November 22, 2014

Fankinstein

I really wish our village fank was made of wood. The sort of wooden fank that shows its age, deteriorates wonderfully and has character. Then the Bodach would look more,,,, more something when they inhabit the place with their sheeps. Instead we have this breeze block monstrosity that, I do admit, is functional but has little charm. At all.


This is not the fank. I couldn't bring myself to snap it up. Trust me, it is there nestling adjacent to the village barn full of ... stuff.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Have you noticed I have said very little? Nothing in fact

Posting every day or thereabouts has its problems. I can't always think of something to say - sensible or not. I could have told you about the sailing we did last weekend but I'm not sure you are really interested. I could have told you how grumpy I got - but if I told you that every time it happened, you'd be bored. Or I could have told you about the friends that are coming to visit.

Instead I have been thinking. Mostly because sleep hasn't been coming easily so I had plenty of opportunity. Unforetunately, the thinking hasn't helped a great deal but the snaps I have been posting are merely a non-verbal story about the island. Do let me know when you catch on to the plot-line.


The village is here bedotted with new kit homes all over the place. That's the sea out there, just below the clouds and all that.