It was the turn of DA and myself to assume the roles of Two Last Men Standing. The varnish had arrived, sitting coyly, and initially unnoticed, on the bench, so … Continue reading Day 126: Tuesday 21 August

Way back, when I was a cub reporter on the Norfolk Evening Times, my editor would send me out to some village flower show with orders to produce a thousand … Continue reading Day 127: Wednesday 22 August

As my old editor would have growled as he sent me off to some breaking news: ‘Even you, Holliday, can’t make a mess of this one.’ I think he was … Continue reading Days 128, 129 and 130 Sunday 26 August

With just five days to go until launch day, we were straining every sinew. But boatbuilding is a tricky business. We planned to attach the footrests to the floorboards, but … Continue reading Day 131: Monday 27 August

I knew coffee break was 10.45 so I turned up at 10.50 armed with fresh vegan choc cookies. I have to admit, having passed John on the road I feared the Noust … Continue reading Day 133: Wednesday 29th August (Jacqui)

L-day minus two. And, for the first time at The Noust it was midgy. Old Angus MacLean had told me years ago that after the first of September midges lose … Continue reading Day 134: Thursday 30th August