8 + 9 = 89

Dad's birthday - already I'm thinking (disbelievingly) that next year he'll be 90 ...

We had a day of gently pootling around: Wideford Hill for panoramic views (what little he can see of them) (and more prosaically, Poppy dog needed relief); a wander down through Dounby to the Orkney Brewery for lunch (not celery soup for him!); then up past Marwick for our favourite view of Birsay and down onto Birsay beach to be with Mum for a little while; back via Swannay and Evie, through Rendall; then a quick stop for necessary boring things in Kirkwall before heading home to S Ron. A special.meal.out this evening. Lots of chatting, lots of memories, lots of love for dear Dad.

Here's to many more ... xxx

Extra is blowy bog cotton and bog asphodel - windy on that hill!