Scapa Warning

The stuttering sooth-east wind becomes a freezing constant.  A circumpolar Arctic wind dipped onto the Hoy hills.  It penetrated layers, bit and stung into skin. Flakes that landed had 'All the best from Godthåb'     written on to them.  Our numb limbs complained via frosted lips.

In today's eternal struggle between light and dark all is being washed with winter.  The water in the bay is whisked whiter; we slowly slip into the waves' spray.

Back at the bolt hole we huddled around the Rayburn and threw another thesaurus into the fire basket.

We dined on a hearty skink (trapped at the mouth of the burn) and Youma.  CMC then tinkled he keyboard and smoked her thin Turkish charoots whilst I tested a BenRinnes and started on the magnus opus of Orlando Figes.

The correct answer to last week's quiz was 'He dressed as a lizard'.   The matching his 'n her polycrubs were won by Mrs J MacLeod,  7 Miners Row, Ballygrant, Islay.  No further correspondence will be entered into.