So its leaving a snug wee cottage for a freezing Old Manse and the Irish Sea and all Scotland to cross in the meanwhile-the auguries are good and the entrails of a grapefruit speak of calm seas, sunny skies but with a hint of fog here and there. The only hard thing is getting out of the womb of the car outside the Manse and bracing oneself for the tomb like cold within-from womb to tomb -that would save alot of living. Report later; if we are spared.
