Home alone.

Without my 'secretary' managing my day, there was a very real danger that I would oversleep and make everybody that had booked for the bus late for their ferry into town. Fortunately, I managed to program the Bose all by my self. OK so I didn't wake up to Union City Blues by Blondie as I had planned, but as it turned out BBC Radio 5 live news did the trick effectively enough.

Two excursions to the pier later, my working day is over. I have an evening to prepare another visit to Kirkwall tomorrow. Can't let the good lady get too used to that there civilization.

I've been studying this picture trying to work out what that peak is. In the foreground, Seatter, shot from the chilly outdoors at the bottom of the garden. I'll have a stab at suggesting that, behind it, it's Fea Hill, soaring a full 52 metres toward the heavens. I'm sure that someone will put me straight if I am mistaken.