Thanks very much - it's nice to know that someone actually reads it.
I'm thinking of writing up the Stronsay day as a piece for The Angry Corrie - provisional title "Mad Monks and Loonie Landrover Drivers"...
Not sure about making money out of writing, however, it's a very crowded market since "anyone can write". I had thought of more specialised things, although actually the current difficulty is finding the time for doing anything.
This is a real mystery. I reckon that, including commuting, work took up about 50 hours a week. I now get up each day maybe 2 hours later, so that accounts for 10 hours. But where did the other 40 go? All my pals who have retired say they don't know how they found the time to work, and I must say I used to just think of this as something of a "standard saying", but now I find myself agreeing. Very odd.
