Essence of Stornoway distilled.
The sun is shining again yet I shall steal myself away in the darkroom for an hour to lith-up some more prints. I need a masterpiece to show to the five, perhaps soon to be six in the morning.
Bob and Frankie await though. They slaver in their hutches and I know Frankie will play mind games with me while Robert looks on disdainfully . Life Eh?