Through the mist . . .

It was a misty morning when I headed off to town for the messages. There was a watery sun doing its best to break through, and looking back across the bay the reflection of the village looked somewhat ethereal . . . .

Unexpected visitors this afternoon, friends of friends, hoping to move to Orkney and the weather did its best to enchant them! They abandoned their fleeces for shirt sleeves and sunglasses!