Lots of people have expressed a desire for a final fundraiser to mark the closure of Wings Over Scotland, as a sort of redundancy package. It IS traditional to give a retiring employee a carriage clock or a gold watch or some such, and as it happens there's a thing I really want but haven't bought because the price is so absurdly extravagant, so if readers would like to get it as a farewell gift that'd be very lovely.
It's this hilariously high-tech jacket . It's got graphene and electric heaters and stealth pockets and all sorts of nonsense, so it'd be ideal for staying toasty while out feeding the swans and squirrels in winter.
(The swan babies are getting very big now, and the patter of tiny squirrel paws is clearly imminent if this pic from last week is anything to go by.)
Any excess will go, as always, on crisps, Sherbet Dip-Dabs, fruity gins, and badger food for these two goons.
And that's about it. It's been quite a ride, gang. Hopefully we'll meet again one day, in the future of a better land where the Wicked Witch is no more. Until then, eh?