Thursday 26/04/07

Mrs B serves breakfast for her three guests, then heads for town. It's a bright and sunny day, but with a chilly wind. The wind keeps going through the afternoon. I go into town myself in the afternoon to buy a computer magazine. The regional papers were bought by mrs B. These are the last editions before next week's Scots Parliament elections, and the party-political slanging is at fever-pitch. Birds of prey across the Highlands suffer breeding mishaps. Chicks fall out of nests, and an osprey kicks its rival's eggs out of the nest. Our guest is a jolly chap, going on bustours without getting off the bus.