How to have fun in Fair Isle
So there we were, Bunny and me, gamboling and skipping thru the early evening mist having a laugh and a giggle in the hills of Fair Isle….
…..when we got to the top of the hill and smelt the hint of home carried north on the breese.
It was a slow melancholic meander back to the boat and dried out spag bol.
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