We have Contact

A duller than dull chilly day.  Levity has transmogrified into leaden.  A welcome shaft of pale yellow light, courtesy of my Birsay pal, arrived in the shape of a Kilchoman whisky.  The first I’d tasted. 

The Current Mrs Creel made a superb lunch. 

I was later in the archives; maybe that’s where I should be consigned to. 

Things had better perk up for: the perennials, the pending cultural event of the year (this weekend) and the planned Westray adventure.