The lure of the shells

Here is visible proof of the Current Mrs Creel, out at Birsay at 7.28 a.m. on the go again for groatie buckies.  The blast of blue sky has now well and truly gone and a blanket of grey prevails.  We are hunkered down in the Birsay Bay Tea Room with K and Dougal.  I wasn’t even aware the tearoom had Wi-Fi.  Now I can relax for the remainder of the day.  We plan to have a light lunch at the Merkister Hotel then repair to Dougal’s for an afternoon of whisky tasting.  It may extend into the evening; someone has to do it.