Hidden Hills of Hoy

Midsummer, the Graemsay lunchtime ferry leaves Stromness, and it's raining, foggy, drizzly, cold, wet, etc! You can't see more than 100 yards. I'm trying to keep a smile on my face for the tourists but they're wrapped up like Eskimoes, (can we say Eskimoes or should it be traditional Inuit wanderers?). Whatever they are like, they can't see the Hoy hills and, like me, they're not happy!