Over the Sea to Hoy

CMC thinks I should have shinned down in a bosun's chair and cleaned the port hole exterior before Blipping.  She's probably right.

I met Moyra on the ferry.  We had a face mask wearing tête a tête, it wasn't candle lit.  The MCA was on board, probably dipping the rum ration.

I had a meeting with Tam Dhu last night.

John Banville* has been incessantly chapping on the door recently but there again so has Georges Simenon.  I'm not sure who to let in.  In the distance (and inside a corrie) Nan Shepherd implores. 

* He's never needed a dream catcher.