Last trip out

Liz and I had our last sentimental journey to Birsay. Here she is at the whalebone, taking in the scenery back to the Brough. We also had another moment with Dad whose little castle had gone; the heart stones were still on the beach but it was washed smooth and perfect - he's where he needed to be for ever.

Earlier we had a distance meet up with our old friend. A couple of full stops to Liz's stay here.