Grey Kirkwall

The rain has been torrential nearly all day. I went a short walk in the town and up Muddiesdale, which certainly lived up to its name. The only others about were dog-owners who were wishing they'd bought cats.

I did see a hen harrier, though, which helped.

This is the skateboard park. It helped emphasize the greyness. Now a verse...

O dreich's the exile here I sing,
The lyft is mirk aroun,
And aye I hear the raindraps ding,
Aye dingan on the toun.

As Sydney Goodsir Smith had it.