MAY I reassure George Kay that he may not need to worry about where Boris spends his holiday in Scotland.

Perhaps the Russian cruise ship that a friend saw a few days ago, anchored in the Moray Firth, was waiting to take Boris aboard for a lovely mystery cruise, with a secret meeting with Mr Putin as the highlight.

L McGregor
Falkirk

YIPPEE. The Glorious Twelfth. Big, brave, burly hard men in funny clothes and daft hats shooting defenceless wee birds (that are bred specifically just to be shot – and you can’t even eat the dead birds as they are full of pellets).

They wouldn’t be allowed to come into my garden and shoot my sparrows and blackbirds so can anybody explain to me why they should be allowed to shoot the grouse.

Here’s an idea. Why don’t we set up Team Bs to go out and shoot them?

Dave McEwan Hill
Argyll