The Amber Nectar

Today’s sky was leaden.  Things perked up when I was amazed to see a bottle of whisky washed ashore in Scapa Flow.  The Current Mrs. Creel obviously found me washed up many years ago.  Although she threw me back in many times I kept turning up. 

I liaised with my ‘stringer’ today who is on manoeuvres in Cullen.  She has played a blinder and will be treated to a never ending supply of scones once she is in Orcadia’s fair shores once more.