Scapa Flow

Weatherwise the day never really got going, the misbehaving lowly clouds suffocating the hills of the potentially bejewelled islands of Hoy, Cava, Fara and Flotta; and many others.  So I took myself down to the old boat noust and watched fulmars gliding, teasing and Tysties scampering about on the surface of the Flow.   It’s good being down in the old noust as absolutely no-one ever comes along.

The Current Mrs Creel was up early baking for the Hoy produce how and she is also entering a newly knitted jersey, photographs and beetroots.  I have been left at HQ to pamper the three ginger kittens, they will hopefully soon find new homes.