Well we try with all this wi-fi. internet, zoom and goodness knows what else, I dont know about you but being a bit of a neolithic creature, it does not come easy. To be blunt and I will use good language, it is rather frustrating.

Once again I have tried to downloaded zoom, as a consequence, frustratingly, my whole screen changed, taking with it all my favorite short cuts. Growl, frustration snarl and a few expletives later a little calmer, with jiggery and pokkery and threats, my original screen and shortcut reappear. So now I will calm myself down, breath deaply and relax.

I need a holiday, lets go along way away from all this pandemic and make our way to the Sound of Mull on the West Coast of Scotland.

Well here we are in an open 25ft boat crossing the Sound from Iona to Staffa. The dark patch in the middle of the island is Fingal's cave. What a lovely day, dolphins, wind, waves, birds and a good thick coat. I was held firmly into a corner of the boat by my wife, so that I could paint without falling over, or overboard then with about eight crayons in my hands, did this. I am amazed that the horison came out level, as throughout the duration of the painting the actual horizon moved considerably upwards and downwards constantly; you will notice from the waves that it was a little choppy. We landed on the other side of the island, which involved a small jump from a tossing boat onto the jetty, a walk to Fingals Cave and then a walk onto the island top and a stroll mongst the puffins; getting back onto the boat was a little hairy; what a day.

I still need zoom; maybe I will use it on Liz's computer.

So, yes, all this isolation is awful, being dependant on and learning new computer communications is also awful and stressful, but life is ever so very good.

Liz and myself are now going to have afternoon tea, with a nice slice of victoria sponge and a good old fashioned cuppa.

See you later.  Duncan