Swanbister Bay

The sky fairly darkened mid-afternoon, but never a drop of needed rain.  A fairly dull day for the walk from Finstown to Orphir.  We met a wife with a long flowing dress in the hills with a cloche hat.  Only the Current Mrs Creel could I.D, her.  At HQ I even fielded a phone call from Buchan.
 
Off out for dinner now.  That is all.