Tails from an Island

Over the last few weeks I have been noticing a lovely aroma emanating from houses round about. A sort of soft woody smell with strong after notes. More towards the Laphroaig than Famous Grouse. And also the little piles of stuff outside the houses - looks so lovely all arranged in a particular way like a old dry stone wall. I believe its The Pete. Only trouble is I can't seem to be able to buy a pile like that anywhere. I thought it would look just 'so' in my croft garden thing.
Meanwhile, since I am sure you have all been awaiting my next post, I can tell you I have been busy attending a wonderful concert at The Lantair the other evening. I have never seen so many Harps together and the sound they made was just enchanting. One of the soloists played and sang folk songs; another was almost rocking - I was half expecting her to lift the harp up to her lips and play the thing with her teeth before setting it on fire - only she didn't. That was a tad dissapointing. But I did have a most lovely evening with a wonderful crowd of people and I shall be booking my seat again for the next Harp do dah.
Toodle doo
Alpinia