Scapa Flow Without Sun

‘This is it pretty baby’ as John Lee Hooker was fond of saying (see Mr. Lucky).  Little light today and as the day wore on it got greyer etc.  In fact the etc was the best part.  The flat isles on view are Flotta, Fara, Hoy and a peedie tip of Switha.  They all appear to merge. 
 
I don’t know how these things happen but I find I have two consecutive nights out with Dougal.  Tonight it’s to celebrate Kathleen’s birthday.  The morn’s night is to get horrendously drunk and arrested.
 
On visiting my Mum in the care home today she sang for me when I entered her room.  She’ll no be laughing now though as all of the home has had to have a PCR test.
 
I bought a new kettle.