Into the Heart of Hoy

I had to abandon my intray-of-eternity to attend the last meeting of the season in the Hoy Kirk Heritage Centre.  Edith didn't turn up but no-one was surprised.  On arrival we all watched agog as a cloud the same shape as Mrs McPherslon drifted past.  The veritable joy of the day was a gathering of redwings outside the Bolt Hole.  Don't forget to check the context prior to the weekend.  Take it for granted at your own risk.