Kirkwall power station

Into Kirkwall for a routine visit to the breast screening caravan - well, mobile unit, I think it is correctly called.

The organisation was like clockwork and I didn't even see the woman in the slot following mine. It was like those weather house figures - as I left the treatment area and went into the changing room, she stepped out from behind the curtain of her changing cubicle. I didn't recognise the voice, so thought the better of popping my head out to say hello.

I did a bit of shopping and had a wander round the town, so as to make something more of the trip, having driven all the way in.