Lost Count

Now seems a good time to dispense with the breakfast numbering, as I seem to have lost count.

Had a lovely walk out to Oronsay today, accross a tidal causeway. The tide wasn't very far out when we got there, we tried to run for it, we got wet. Very wet. But then that's half the fun of Skye walks. Especially when you know there's a warm fire to go home to.

P.S. after last night's game of 1981 Trivial pursuit, I can advise that -- if in doubt -- the answer is Brazil or Boston. Also, if you answer Humphrey Bogart enough times, eventually it will be the answer.

P.P.S. Sorry for the lack of photo again today. I did take one, but the camera is a long way from the computer and who knows where the card reader is... I will post it tomorrow.

Happy New Year!

That's right, I haven't dropped off the face of the planet, I've just been a useless blogger. Partly this is down to a surfeit of fun (and a minor bout of ill health that saw me go entirely breakfastless) and partly because, the longer I left it, the more daunting the task of smooshing together all my photos in a easily viewable form became...

As you will notice, I have not risen to the task, nor -- let's be realistic, am I likely to. Instead, I promise to be a diligent photo uploader and blogger in 2012: it will be my resolution. You'll just have to imagine what I've been eating for the last fortnight or so. I will say, there were a goodly number of Weetabix.

I'm sitting by the fire now gearing up to a play a game of 1981 edition Trivial Pursuit with some friends in which we will all be equally disadvantaged because most of us weren't alive then.