The Scottish Harley Davidson owners clubs are in town for their annual ‘Thunder in the Glens’ so Aviemore has taken an apocalyptic twist, it’s full of big guys in leather and every conceivable shape of motorbike. Over this side of the glen the screech of the angle grinder means the guttering continues. The only thing that makes this apparently endless task bearable is the prospect that the paint I’m using ought to be visible on google earth so when I’m finished the house will have skinny red lips.
In the meantime Jonny and Peter have been fishing. Jonny has caught 2 salmon in the last 2 days, had each in the net and each, with a gymnastic wriggle, got clear of him, bounced off a few rocks and somehow slithered back into the water. I was going to get Jonny to come into town for some hairy 1980s revival rock but his blood is up so we probably wont see him till dawn.
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