Snow shower pending......

Another dull pic from the porch window; the things I have to put up with.  Max four degrees all morning but better p.m.  After a visit to the GP (prompted by my sister in law) there was a dash through to Kirkwall for dancing.  Leaving dancing the envelope of credulity was stretched so much that CMC and I caught the boat to Flotta (via Lyness).  For I had been asked to give the Flotta Day Club a talk.  After three years they thought it was safe to ask me back.  They were great hosts.
 
Back at base I called Bob, through in Stromness, about my sub-woofer.  I don’t think Lady Isobel Barnett would have helped even if she was available.  And don’t get me started on that David Nixon.