National Grid

Took the early boat across to Hoy this morning to attend a meeting in the Kirk*. Very high water at the Hoy Pier with zippy wind and rain lashing doon.
Drove out to Slack. Angus wasn't present. But this cattle grid marks the spot where the Laird of the Hoy estate was once seen looking for his wallet.

I blame that Peter Frankopan and his Slick Road tyres.

*Although, of course, this also fulfills Geography Head's (of Northampton) request to be "...even closer to the Hoy Hills please".