One Day, Two Views

It was a moody day- a day of haar and enveloping greyness. Three of us swam at 7:45am in a calm sea before the haar blotted out the scenery. One of the ladies had driven from sunshine into gloom so we knew it could be quite local and might shift, but it never did and actually got worse until the sea merged with the sky and Orphir disappeared from view.

I made a slow start but after coffee in the local café and a chat with a local lady I met two years ago, I spent a peaceful hour in the library in the company of Alan Cumming and his  autobiography ‘Not My Father’s Son’. I also met someone there that I recognised and we spent some time wondering why, until we hit on whale watching at the Ness, as you do!

It was an afternoon of knitting and reading with no incentive to put a foot outside except to gather in my swimming gear from the garden where  despite the stiff wind it hadn’t dried very  much.

Later in the afternoon the haar lifted long enough for a Selkie to pop in for a slice of cake and a cuppa but closed in again as she left .
I have blipped the view from my window  at 7am and 6pm