We’re all a bit out of sync, at sixes and sevens you might say, since our return from holidays, otherwise known as that Scottish trip. It’s going to end up like Shakespeare’s the Scottish play, the one who dare not speak its name. I’ll try and explain why our return has been so hectic in Friday’s blog if I have time to write it, until then we offer you a Mrs Summerhouse’s pencil crayon sketch which may turn into a more formal work of art. It’s the view from our caravan in Scourie. What a night.