So much is going on - Mister McGreagor is making a website so that details of Hamish's recovery can be accessed by all those interested, local places of interest have invited the Saltires to visit, some have invited the Saltire too. There have been tankers arriving to resupply the airship's various requirements.

Ivana Rulital seems to have been converted to some sort of mysticism or possibly primitive Christianity, and has been explaining how much better it would be if everyone was nice. Evan Moore Naste wants to contact his lawyers to organise the purchase of land to plant a vineyard and orchard and a few hundred acres of organic farmland as he wants to become a vegan and work with his hands, maybe do holidays for under privileged children and help families in distressed circumstances.

We have asked the Minister if we can keep them to study what has happened to them. I wasn't sure if it was genuine, but I took some clothes over to the Rotunda - having first checked the pockets - twice. Evan Moore Nate happily selected corduroy trousers and chequered shirt with a navy blue knitted jersey, and Ivana Rulital is wearing no makeup, just some long floaty things and has tied an Isadora Duncan scarf around her head. Just to be absolutely sure I found a large paisley shawl with a fringe and offered it to her as it is rather chilly over there, and she put it around her at once, though she was rather concerned about the source, murmuring that it was not marked as being free trade or from renewable resources. I told her that it had VR in the corner - which meant Very Renewable. She beamed happily.

Back in the House Bronwen has an admirer. The Captain of the Saltire has discovered that she speaks colloquial German of the 1940's though he's developed a rather odd expression since she showed him the recording of herself as a gel riding naked on a Percheron carrying a swastika on a pole. She certainly knows how to take a rise out of a man.

Matron reports that Hamish is a lot brighter now that he has been able to send for some of his kilts, though Mister Charles is to go over to Storrington later in order to get the correct combinations of garments to go with them all. He has also drunk several lots of the Fortifying Beef Tea made to the recipe from the notebook. It is now being referred to as the Narnia Notebook - being found in a large ornate wardrobe it was almost inevitable, I suppose.

She also reports that one of the Saltires has sustained an injury from one of the rabbits. Having found his way to the rabbit pens he seems to have tried to peel the fur off one of the larger bucks whilst it was still in a state to protest, which it did with both back feet.
'He was holding it in between his knees at the time,' she sighed, 'But I hope that the cold compress will help.'
'Did he say why he - er why?'
'He was just saying ''Sporran. Sporran.'' when the technicians carried him into the infirmary.'
'Will he be alright?'
'That rather depends on what degree of right is required.'
I went down to the pens. The rabbit was looking rather ruffled, and kept washing its ears and whiskers. I picked it up and soothed it, then I gave it a carrot to eat whilst I carefully brushed its long lusterous fur. The bucks are big fellows and grow a heavy pelt in the winter. When I had finished the grooming it sat up on its haunches and looked at me, obviously perplexed by its experience.
'Don't you worry - you will have a long and happy life and meet lots of does,' I assured it.