Dry stone (Day 36)

We had a fine evening with my folks last night - another one of those evenings when we never managed to make it away from the dinner table until it was bed time. This morning, mum accompanied my beautiful wife and I up the hill with the dogs. It turned into a damp affair with thick drizzle soaking us all.
As the rain eased I headed to Stromness to do a little job, then back home in time to head out for the afternoon walk with the dogs. We went to Binscarth for the first time in ages, and I liked the view of Hoy over the wall.