Interestingly enough

I dreamt this morning that a driverless tractor and bogie had rolled away backwards, picked up speed and then separated, the tractor slewed off and buried itself into a pile of 3/4 inch gravel while the bogie careered on. I buried my head in my sleeping hands as it cannoned towards a 500 gallon fibre glass tank of wine. When I looked again the track had taken it around and guided it down the brae towards the busy road. I jumped onto my unicycle in hot pursuit.
A reel of pictures came through the air, the other day, and into one of our computers, they were of an event at Fyvie Castle and it was Prince Charlesiziz sixtieth birthday celebration in Scotland and what was on his table? What was on all the tables? (fanfare please) Cairn o Mohr Elderberry and Oak Leaf. he could have had any wine in the world. There was one picture of him drinking it but that mysteriously disappeared on later looking. Scotland's folk singing aristocracy were there to entertain him, Ali Bain, Phil Cunningham etal. You've got to say it for that Prince, he's patriotic. What political transformations I've had to go through in my life, -right wing extremist, communist, anarchist, Buddhist brieflhy, greenist, nationalist, pilchardist, liberal- republican, alcoholist, anarchist -royalist. At the farmers market meeting we discussed booking the Prince to visit for our tenth year celebration but our republican founder wouldn't have it. I was up, one foot on the table, singing 'God save the King.' Shameless.
It's treason to use the royal family for advertising, seemingly, so look out for a quarter piece of me on a hook near you afore lang.

Pestered into picking apples this year. We gathered in four tons from folk's gardens. Best way is laying out covers on the ground, a long hooked stick to shake them down and a hard hat. So we had this great variety of varieties and put them all through the mill and pressed them. The first juice we bottled and pasteurised and called it Carse O Gowrie apple juice. I've got an order for six cases sitting there for... ( fanfare again please) Gleneagles hotel. Some o it we're making into wine/cider, interestingly enough ( a taut couplet, as if things could be more interesting but,- don't be greedy. I got a job lot on brackets, where's the other bit. Here)