Through a Pier Darkly

A very dull day with light grass cutting duties early on.  When South Ronaldsay and then Flotta disappeared webbed feet came to mind.  I beat a retreat inside to a Balblair whisky.  No relation to Isla Blair.

Early in the day a quick visit to Scapa Pier and, through the gloom, the distillery.

Meantime I await the home coming of the Current Mrs Creel.

I’m hiding the bottle.