Lunching postman

When you cycle out of Kirkwall the wind conceals herself behind Wideford Hill.
She bides her time until she sees you, hours later and miles away, turn for home. Then, revelling, she leaps forth and roughs you up for mile after mile, making downhill seem up and the distance stretch further the harder you pedal.

I actually meant to get to Hoy again but couldn't, so headed out to Finstown, then onto the Evie road and then around Gorseness. When I got back to the main rd I went up to Cottascarth and the bird hide there. Back along the Redland rd and that devilish wind.!!!