Still Water

It's a fine line we draw in not appearing to overstay our welcome and keep someone out of a seat in Julia's Cafe, as we munch on toast and marmalade and surf the internet, so we try to be as quick as possible.

We're His Lordship is still acclimatising to our change of routine, so yesterday we organised the house a bit more to his liking and then we went for a tramp up and round Stromness in the afternoon along little roads bordered by verges full of buttercups, daisies, bird's foot trefoil (?) healthy looking dandelions and flowers that looked like lambs' tails. I'm not at all versant with wild flowers amongst the other things I'm ignorant about but I think there might be such a wild flower.

Back at the harbour, the tall ship the 'Georg Stage' from Copenhagan had successfully parked berthed and there was some activity amongst the rigging whilst we watched, not an occupation for someone with vertigo.

Then it was back to a G&T sitting in the garden with the sun and warmth on our backs.

And now a new day has dawned, still and sunny, a 6am peace cloaking the town after a night of heavy rain; no pedestrians in sight, just a few cats making their way home after a night on the tiles, the early bus to Kirkwall and the 'Hamnavoe' manoeuvring out of the harbour on its first journey of the day to the Mainland.

Home to waken His Lordship and have breakfast.
For me it can't get any better than this; as for or his Lordship, he reserves judgement.