Front line (Day 177)

Another grey morning made for pottering around the house doing not a lot.
After lunch my beautiful wife and I too the dogs to Brodgar not expecting much from the weather. From the look of the sky there is a bit of a clear patch following the front that is passing over us at the moment.
Still trying to get my head around the cheese board at the restaurant last night. Stilton, yes. Port, yes. Crumbled stilton in a little pot full of port? No. It is just wrong....