We’re more or less packed. 300 miles. I’m feeling tetchy – better make it before the sea surrounds us. Smile and wave, smile and wave. Will it be alright on the night?

It’s too late to turn back,

Here we go.

Lindisfarne, oh no.

(A Middle Brother inspired refrain to the tune of Portland – I realise you may not sing this tune with the regularity that little Joe sprat and I do, but it’s a top ten cover for us).

And this Friday, over to the other side of the family, a big get better soon to Moomin Mackerel.

Mrs Mackerel

PS This kind of chose itself. Get on down to the blues rumble of Don’t Pay No Mind by Congregation.