A Wet Monday Morning

A wet-windowed dark start. The rain gauge was crying mercy. In our absence: the old manse (west) has been put up for sale. And Crispin* and Charlotte have sold their house. (It's hardly safe to leave the County). I met Crispin in the Stromness Co-op, he asked me to make a diversion by the Coco Pops whilst he did a bit of light shop lifting.

Fionn walked past with a coffee in his hand whilst I was out buying messages for my mum. Hopefully we'll manage to squeeze the Science Festival Ceilidh in on Wed night. Then Bunty (a former Miss Lybster) texted asking me to phone Sue.

*Crispin still reports that he thinks the answer to life resides in PW plumbing services. He could be right.

Me? I've returned to Tago Mago.