Tails from an Island

I forgot to mention I made it into the arts centre the other day. Most impressive it is too. A lovely place with a plethora of contrivances to delight the eyes and ears. And the nose actually since the lovely Murdo was brewing coffee as I passed by his little counter [with a smile for me I note].

I have always been a bit of a culture vulture with frequent visits to galleries in London – usually for an opening event where you meet the most interesting people. Anyway, so nice to see the local schools stuff up on the walls at the arts centre here which I really did think was first-rate and enjoyed looking at. Whilst I was there I took luncheon in the excellent café and whiled away an hour or so watching the working classes do their thing in the street below. I assumed they were working anyway. I suppose some of them might have been on holiday or retired of course. One really can’t tell these days – even though I haven’t got a cold. One thing I was going to mention to someone there but didn’t for fear of sounding rather superior, is that surely it should be ‘A’ Lanntair or better still ‘The’ Lanntair. Ah well, everyone to their own.
Toodle doo
Alpinia