Wet fennel

This morning everything in the garden was dripping wet. Not so much with rain, as with the thick fog/mist/haar. We had to nip into Kirkwall and it was thick the whole way in.

After lunch the sun came out and burnt the cloud off. It got lovely and warm and we sat in the garden. It's amazing how just going into town can tire you out when you've not been in for weeks!

Good grief, you'd think we were ancient!