Back in Scotland it's been snowing on Coll and Tiree but the road outside The Rickety Old Farmhouse is bathed in sunshine. Bob and 'The Font' head off for a power walk round the lake. Angus and Sophie head off for a saunter across the village green. Power walking is not a Sophie character trait. She's either a 'sniff the flowers' or a 'let me at them' type of girl. Today is a sniff the flowers day.
There is to be a wedding in the church. A local pharmacist is marrying a Russian Airbus engineer. The village odd job man has been up early setting out the benches on either side of the aisle. The benches are designed for four footers with backsides of steel. Instruments of torture. The odd job man is oblivious to our presence. This is just as well. He maintains a long and angry conversation with himself as he works.
Sophie plays with a toy she's found in the rose beds. When her brother returns she grumpily checks to make sure he's not had anything to eat.
In return he gives her a kiss. This is accepted reluctantly.
Such different personalities.
The final paragraphs of this obituary for Prince seem to be written with an almost tangible passion:http://www.economist.com/news/obituary/21697782-prince-died-april-21st-aged-57-nothing-could-pin-him-down-obituary-prince-nelson-rogers
And this is priceless and a sign that democracy is still alive and well : http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/may/01/obama-takes-aim-at-trump-and-republicans-at-final-correspondents-dinner