What did we do on such a beautiful day?
We went all the way into town to the cinema,
watched The Wickerman.
Not as good as the proper version,
mostly because at the climax Sister(!) Summerisle felt the need to explain the entire plot to the policeman
(in the style of Scoobeedoo when the unmasking happens.)
Still it was a good yarn in its own way.
Went out for a long walk after,
and spookily enough I met the Guardian of The Stones at long last.
Turns out he's a pooch!