The post from the Merse is a day late as Blogger was on local leave for maintenance. But real life was good with an incredibly easy transfer from Norn Iron to Hutton. The sea was glassy flat and did not even tinkle the ice in the gin and tonics in Club Class. Not, mind you, many G and Ts to ripple as wine is free and a lot of that went down parched throats smoothly-and for Norn Ironers being no charge, painlessly. So there was probably a lot of erratic driving along the A75 but if so it was all behind us as we were off the ferry ahead of the mob. The great pleasure of a gorgeous day is the drive between Moffat and Selkirk. Certainly the most dramatic road in the borders as the strangely doubled image demonstrates-this is the A707 near the Mares Tail Waterfall.

So to Hutton in the gathering haar. About 50 degrees colder than Norn Iron. But the village hall seems nearly done. The porta loo has been shifted to outwith the boundaries so perhaps the internal plumbing is all go. Report later if we are spared and have time before our venture to really foreign parts.  ¶ 8:00 AM