Sailing Home

It appears to be the last day of the current fine spell.  Taking advantage we went for yet another stravaig amongst the nether regions of Stromness.  Since this view was taken it’s started raining and we have applied to Bert Ford for a complete refund.

We met Clara going on her sticks.  She’s near ninety and walks every day.  She is frustrated that she’s not been able to get across to Hoy For some time; even more frustrated when we told her we are going the morn.

CMC then took a notion to dine at the Pier café for lunch.  We were the first in.  We were quickly followed in by two of the Edinburghs so we got a good update on all Stromness doings.

On arrival back at HQ I form filled for the Hoy Kirk and CMC went claes shopping in the toon.

There was someone banging on the door early this morning.  It was the coalman who informed CMC he had anthracite balls.  I had to administer smelling salts.  To the coal man.  CMC bollocked him for delivering a week early.

Good job I’ve still got my UN light helmet and flak jacket.