Anne lives on her own in a cottage she bought 16 years ago as a holiday home and while she was working has converted it into a lovely cosy home. She mentioned on Saturday, at our concert, which incidentally was fantastic and great fun, despite my worries about not being prepared, so Anne mentioned she had been robbed of fire wood, somebody had driven onto her field and taken half her stock. Mike and I were utterly shocked because nicking wood is as bad as robbing a bank and it just is not done, so I wanted to make sure she was feeling OK and encourage her to get down to see the Maire to have a moan and groan about the whole nasty incedent
The weather has turned windy and chilly, but we are still preparing to move Beema this week Mike is lost in the weather websites and tide plotter and we just hope there will be a little window for us to launch ourselves. Sarah is all primed up to have HOSS, so please cross your fingers for us.