Up with the lark as usual it has been a busy day. I washed and I polished then got fed up and just swept ten days of sand out of the door. The cooker is clean; so is the shower and the toilet plus it’s mirrors and wash basin. Perfect. The bed I left as it is an art form. I like easy art.
Last evening I spent a good three quarters of an hour trying to capture an amazing sight. I thought that we may be in for an aurora. I checked Aurora Watch UK. They were showing nothing unusual but a good hour before sunset it went awfully dark and an orangey colour.
The Road to the Isles is a real pain from Fort William to Arisaig. It then transforms into a proper two lane highway as it wends it’s way to Mallaig. Why is beyond me. Folk have managed to Arisaig from Fort William. I can only assume that the last seven miles was a real horror of a single track road. There is a middling CO-OP in Mallaig and a bank but the place isn’t good. It is a local hub and good at what it does. I got a new gas bottle, food, tobacco and met Mandy from the croft two south. I wish I hadn’t, I forgot the Bells. I ran out over a week ago and didn’t suffer two much. So it just goes to show that drink is in the mind and a well filled pair of jeans will save an alcoholic. Mandy could pose on my mucky bed for ‘Boudoir Snaps’. Dream on Adrian; she said why didn’t you tell me on the beach this morning you were going into town. I did not dare say I was too busy admiring you. Her husband is obviously a tosser but he is a Caber Tosser. Frightening they are. She says he wins money tossing, I shut up but did think; I wish I could.
I Cuckooed. I have never had a stitch in Photoshop give me a join mark for ages. I tried painting in the masks, I tried cloning with a soft brush, I even resorted to the Blur brush. All to no avail. It is frightening as the light was on my back so a front lit subject ought to be perfect. It was good to be here and see the area in good visibility.
Have fun and have a great weekend tomorrow it’s the pits of Ardnamurchan.