Stena did her bit. 5 minutes early into Belfast (despite a constant apology for any inconvenience caused for a 30 minutes delay-software malfunction?) 5 minutes early into Stranraer. A record 4 hours to Hutton and as we nodded sand waved to the throngs in the streets it felt as if we had never left. The state of the garden banished that thought as weeds are the predominant feature and the wife is going to have to extract digits if she plans to make a difference before she leaves for foreign parts two weeks to day. Anyhow good to be back if so far in a gossip vacuum apart from the fact that there is still no news on the fate of the school with about two weeks left this term-officially the last one in the long history of this beloved village institution. Really not good enough.
