Much of yesterday was spent honing my flyering technique, the root of which is a particular brand of joyful and energetic attack in presentation learned from a champion flyerer on the Royal Mile. Having located Howie Nicholsby, I am free to indulge in cay and lahmacum, before an evening of rain, cocoa (at the Soco) and late haggis. This morning the sun is shining and, with no early commissions I can afford to relax with chai, plum bread and the merest snifter of Bruichladdich Redolent with the hoppy fragrance of Kentish oasthouses and seaweed!

Fletcher the Butler