成人快手

Well, summer WAS here for a number of days. Balmy breezes wafted a very pleasant 25C / 77F wind over from an overheated mainland. I don't want 30C up here, thank you. I found 25C quite warm enough.

People I encountered visiting the island spent their days lounging on beaches, all unique because there was nobody else on them. Fancy that, going to a beach in England and not having anybody else on it.

It's now Monday and the weather is suitably dreich. The cruise passengers trooping ashore from the liner Deutschland, hiding behind Arnish, are treated to the traditional Hebridean weather. Drizzle and cool winds. The Royal visitor is on her way round the Hebrides, and I trust the supplier of the well-known paper bags has been busy by Royal Appointment. You never know how rough the seas get.

Come Saturday, I'll be on the look-out for the Hebridean Princess and her trail of diesel and frying fat. I happen to know where the Royal Barbeque might be held, but I suppose they'll have to bang a few guns first to get the meat to put on the BBQ. Nonetheless, the area concerned is densely populated by the very creatures that might end up on HM BBQ, so I do not foresee provisioning problems.

Maybe Her Majesty could prevail upon her Scottish Ministers to finally put an end to the exercise in narcism being perpetrated at the local Health Board.
Maybe Her Majesty could be shown the plans for the windmills which just about may go up in her favourite district in Lewis. Don't think she'll want to have a BBQ there after that, unless it contains Windpylon Tower a la Eishkenaise.