Leaving Stromness

High water, the rhythmic waves folded into themselves.  The surface shimmered as we glided, a huge mirror on such a bonny day.  Orcadian banter echoes inside the cabin.  Rising slowly we keep afloat.

On such an ideal day, we returned later to carry on with gardening .  CMC has also nearly completed planting the polycrub. 


Tonight we’ll be under the blankets , studying admiralty charts and pictures of kelp, waiting for the strains of Sailing By.