The Lookout

I was recumbent in the porch and noticed the Current Mrs Creel gazing towards Hoy.  As ever.

Watched the rain arrived this morning.  It came in a huge dark veil from way above Caithness.  It was preceded by a mini-maelstrom.  It was the usual celestial courier.  More importantly I got the grass cut before it arrived.  Chatted to Shamir, who called from EH, about the Hoy Kirk.  Whilst it was damp I spent some time flicking through my Daphne Du Maurier scrapbook – complied when I was 13.  Twites visited the estate.
The eagle-eyed amongst you may be able to spy the Alfred.

Paddy McAloon is 65.